**Cover Reveal**

Cover Reveal for Violca's Vow

Violca’s Vow by Leilani Love is categorized as book 2.5 in The Dragon Ruby Series. This book releases soon by Booktrope Publishing. This Paranormal Romance cover was designed by Scott Carpenter.

About the Book

Book CoverSince discovering she was a witch, Violca’s world has been turned upside down and inside out. Chase has opened her eyes to a world she never knew existed. Unfortunately, this world is also full of danger.

A demon who wanted her for himself.

A Vampire King who attempted to kidnap her mate as leverage to force her into breaking a curse laid onto his people.

A group of humans who call themselves Orion Hunters, leading the attacks on their supernatural communities.

The dragons are doing their best to keep her and her sisters safe, but Violca wants answers. While planning her wedding to Chase, Violca hatches a plan that she hopes will tilt the odds in their favor.

 

About the Author

Author PhotoLeilani Love is a proud mother of two very active boys. She loves traveling to new places and meeting new people where ever she goes. Thus far, Leilani has traveled to Paris, DenBosch and Amsterdam with hopes to one day visit again. On her next trip, she hopes to be able to make stops in Scotland and Italy. Currently residing in California, Leilani has also lived in Hawaii, Florida, Alaska, Virginia, Texas, Washington and Oregon. She loves to read books and has a passion for various genres. Her love affair with dragons began when she was young, yet, she still fantasizes of having her own dragon and Black Panther. For now, she is content to write about them in her books.

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Babbles from a Nervous Mama!

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Every morning my three-year-old daughter and I watch the bus go by and every morning my daughter asks the same question, “Mama can I go to school today?” Immediately my heart drops because I know she’s not going to like my answer, “No, hunny, not today.” I quickly reply and divert her attention to something else.

After many similar mornings which usually include a three-year-old style tantrum, I decided, it’s time for school. As soon as we made the decision, we found a school, we visited and just like that she was enrolled. Actually, her first day is tomorrow and wouldn’t you know I’ve changed my mind about the whole thing.

I think it’s due to the flashback of my first day, of first grade. I clearly remember boarding the big, yellow cheese wagon (school bus) and sitting in the second seat on the left. Unknown to myself, this was not my seat. As soon as my legs hit the stiff plastic bench I was greeted by a punch to the stomach. Tears immediately were brought to my eyes but the overall feeling was confusion. There was no one sitting there, why couldn’t I?

I’ll never forget as the older boy’s blue eyes bobbed out of his head as he yelled at me. His disheveled blonde hair that sat too high on his head, sat stiffly, which reminded me of a helmet. But perhaps I was experiencing hair distortion from the tears pooling in my eyes.

Either way, a rush of emotions has been swirling inside of me since we’ve made the decision to send her off to school. Even though she will be attending pre-school for a few short hours two times a week, I can’t help but think of all the encounters she may have that will leave her as confused as I was on that bus ride. Back then I can’t even remember if I told my mom what happened. I do remember the bus driver pulling over and coming to my rescue. She did pull him to the front seat and did her fair share of yelling. All I really remember was that I shouldn’t sit in that seat, ever again and trust me I didn’t.

I can’t help but wonder what experiences my daughter will have during her first week at pre-school. I hope it’s nothing as quite as disturbing as my first week. I just have to remember that these encounters help mold us into the people we become. I just have to hope that my daughter will be molded without experiencing a physical altercation on her first day.

 

***Alien Like Me – Cover Reveal***

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Release is set for April 30th.
Here is the blurb:
With the Earth still recovering from an alien invasion, one boy goes about life the only way he knows how. Survival. It’s working well until he realizes that the aliens have seemingly singled him out. Now he is left with the decision of staying the path he has picked for himself, or venturing into the unknown. Once he makes the decision, his life will change dramatically. But is it for better or worse?
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***Cover Reveal – Dragon’s Revenge***

 

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Blurb:

In search of his place in the world, Kyn visits his new friend, Ben’hyamene. Together, they meet an ailing dragon rider from the marshes of a land called the Carr. The rider recounts a people beset by anger, depression, and despair. After befriending and healing the rider, the group travels to the rider’s home. There they discover a breed of wild dragons, called drakes, which have been at war with humans for four hundred years.

One sleepless night, Ben’hyamene uses his new abilities to communicate with the lead drake. This sets Kyn and Ben’hyamene on a path that could bring peace to a conflict that’s nearly destroyed a whole people. Can revenge be set aside and enemies be called friends?

Find out in the exciting third book of the Dragon Courage series, Dragon’s Revenge by Kandi J Wyatt.

 

 

Kandi Wyatt

Kandi is a wife, mom of five, teacher, artist and author. In her free time, she enjoys writing fantasy, writing Christmas programs, drawing using graphite and colored pencils. Portraits are her specialty. She also enjoys photography. Thank you to her photographer husband who has let her join his journey in photography as well. She is both his model and apprentice. (She still think he does a better job than her.) On occasion she’s his assistant when working with clients and when he needs a “light stand with feet”.

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THE HIGHLY CAPABLE – Excerpt

What would you do if you could control objects with your mind?

Would you be able to choose between right and wrong?

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Life masters the element of surprise. Everything goes on just the way it always does until something unexpected turns the world on its head. Change isn’t something to plan for; it is an event to embrace when it presents itself, because it always will. I walk quiet and slow down an unfamiliar hallway with a sour feeling in my stomach. Something just isn’t right tonight.

“Ruby, let’s check in here. It looks like the master bedroom,” Brody whispers as he ducks into a room at the end of the long, dark hallway.

“It’s crazy how some people carry on such lavish existences,” I whisper back. My toes will touch his heels if I’m not careful. Getting through this night quickly is best. This house is enormous and decorated to the nines—probably like most houses on top of Queen Anne.

Tonight has a strange odor. I couldn’t smell it while I was eating my cheeseburger on the boat, and I couldn’t smell it when my phone rang—but I smelled it the second Tristan and Tolkien didn’t show up. Now that Madison, Julian, Brody, and I are rummaging around in an empty house, I can’t escape the weight of it.

We shouldn’t run jobs without the whole group. All our talents play important parts. I don’t like that Tristan and Tolkien aren’t here. Our current tasks have the advantage, over us—not something I’m used to feeling. The others probably got high and forgot we were meeting here instead of at Brody and Julian’s. I almost forgot, too. Madison changes protocol on us daily.

I’m usually pretty confident when we’re robbing houses. Being telekinetic takes a lot of hassle out of theft—that’s why we’re here. Our abilities make it easy. However, tonight, I don’t feel confident. The smell of something not quite right is now in my bones. It’s hard to pinpoint what the cause is just yet.

Brody is in his zone as he picks through the dresser drawers. His messy, green hair hangs over his eyes.

My mind swirls around the handle on the nightstand drawer. My fingers point, then fold toward me. The drawer pulls open. Weight is lifted from my mind; my thoughts belong to only me. A leather journal and book-light are revealed—nothing worth taking.

A smirk plays with the corners of his mouth. Brody removes a safe the size of a child’s shoebox from the top dresser drawer. I should know how I feel about Brody. We are messing up fooling around together. I should know where I stand. Restlessness can be dangerous.

“We can bring this back and crack it open,” Brody says as he walks toward the king-sized bed dressed in an overstuffed, gray comforter. He places the safe on the bed and sits beside it. “Come here.”

“We’re working,” I say, walking toward him. His hazel eyes glisten in the low-lit room. My heart beats faster.

“T never showed up, so he can’t walk in.” Brody’s voice is low and raspy.

“Other people can.”

Brody’s hands grab my waist. I rest my forehead on his. I didn’t want to feel lonely or lost anymore.

“This is true.” Brody smiles. “You look good tonight.” It doesn’t help that Brody is so cute.

I laugh. “Thanks.” He pulls me onto him as he lies back. Our mouths stay a few inches apart.

“Can you imagine living in a house like this?” Brody asks. He pulls in his bottom lip.

I bite mine. “I stopped thinking like that a while ago. Daydreaming can be dangerous. At least you live in a house. I’m in a boat, which, granted, is better than the street.”

“You picked the guy with the floating home.” Brody chuckles in frustration. Now that we are together, he’s told me he’s had feelings for me right from the beginning. This may be true. All I could see then was Tristan. Tristan was my light after all the darkness. As far as I was concerned, he held all my answers—my future.

“It wasn’t like that.” My focus is on the doorway instead of his eyes. More and more often, our moments together are too intense for me. This was supposed to be a distraction.

“I know. We were just friends then.” Brody’s voice comes out cautious. He can tell I’m getting antsy.

“We’re still friends.” My eyes are back on him. His hair was a sprawled-out, over-waxed mess. His squinted eyes align with the grin on his stubbled face.

“More than friends, though.” His lips press into mine.

My eyes close. Now we are definitely more. My mind sighs as my lips move with Brody’s.

The smell of burning hair rushes to my nose. “Madison’s coming,” I say, climbing off Brody.

Brody and I stand up. He grabs the safe. Madison walks into the room. Her eyes are dark. She’s clearly frustrated. She extinguishes the fire in her hand. Being near her causes my spine to tense up.

“What is taking you two so long?” Madison’s voice is tight.

“We’re done up here. Found a jewelry safe and what looks like emergency cash—eyeballed around three thousand,” Brody says, keeping his voice low.

Madison’s eyebrows form an angry point. “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Brody and I say in unison.

“I thought hitting these houses would reap more rewards.” Madison’s long arms cross in front of her frail torso. “Julian and I didn’t do much better downstairs. Let’s get out of here and head back to the house. Brody, walk Julian and Ruby out the back and lock the door, then phase through. No visible signs of break in gives us a couple of days’ head start with pawning items. You and Julian head back to the house with the van. Ruby, walk the long way to your car. I have something to check on and then I’ll be there.”

“Got it, boss,” Brody says with his usual sarcasm. I nod. Madison’s eyes dart from me to Brody in quick succession. It’s better I don’t say anything. Everything I’ve been doing has been pissing her off. I can feel her contemplating my death. It’s like she can sense my boredom. I’m not the lifer she was hoping I’d be. I’m defiantly not the lifer she is. If my powers weren’t as useful as they are to her, I’d already be dead. I could probably get a mental hold on her before she could send a fireball my way. I just really hope it never comes to that.

She locks eyes with me. She can sense fear like a wolf. She turns on a dime and walks out.

“Shall we?” Brody asks. I nod again, starting to feel fatigued. I’m more than ready to check on Tristan—and start drinking.

Julian and I step onto the small deck in the backyard and wait for Brody to phase through the locked door. The night is damp and cool. It’s not actively raining, but judging by the moistness of the ground, it was not too long ago. The postage stamp property backs into a large alley where people leave their garbage to be picked up.

Julian’s gelled, black hair and overworked muscles disgust me. It all comes across as greasy. He has moments when I’m okay he’s around, but they’re rare. I don’t know how Brody lives with him. His beady, brown eyes watch the door. Not all powerhouses are built like Julian. His super strength has little to do with his muscles. He works on his body for the same reason I chain-smoke—a method of coping. We all have at least one. His other method of coping might be buying black T-shirts.

My arms are intertwined and locked. Brody materializes slowly as he steps through the door. Being able to phase through solid objects certainly makes it easier to rob houses. Locks mean very little to people like me and Brody.

“Madison took off,” Brody whispers. “We’re next.” Brody casts a quick glance around us. He shrugs and pulls open the back of Julian’s black van. A television, two laptops, an iPod, a stereo system, and the jewelry safe Brody found sit at my feet. Madison already pocketed the cash. This isn’t the worst haul we’ve ever had by a long shot. I don’t know what Madison was pissed about.

Julian scoops up the television set and struts to the back of the van. My thoughts tangle around the two laptops. A coolness flows through my body. My mind eases the laptops off the deck and glides them through the air. Julian steps to the side allowing the computers to sail into the van undisturbed. My thoughts come back to me.

There. I did my part.

Brody pockets the iPod. I smile. He sees this and smiles back. The van doors slam close.

“Ready?” Julian asks Brody.

Brody looks at me. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. I’m fine, Brody. I’ll meet you back at your house.” Brody steps forward to kiss me. He quickly stops, nods, then turns toward the van. I don’t know if Julian noticed anything. He either knows and pretends he doesn’t—which is likeliest—or he is completely oblivious. Julian isn’t the sharpest tool, but he does live with Brody.

My stomach twists. The alley fills with harsh growling from the van’s exhaust system. Brody climbs inside and slams the door. The van speeds off toward the street. Julian could use his brain and not make so much noise. Madison would burn a hole through his arm if she saw him acting that careless. I’ve seen her kill crew members for much less.

The van disappears in the distance. A rustle pulls my attention to a garage door. A young guy with wide eyes stands there holding plastic bags filled with newspapers. Brown curls stick out from his plaid fedora. A nervous smile settles between his two dimples. From his Converse sneakers to his skinny jeans to his tight T-shirt, he looks like something out of a Seattle-based sitcom. What did he see? How long was he there? Shit. Being sloppy like this is gonna get me killed.

I ready my hands in front of me. The guy sees this. He takes a step back. Judging by the fearful expression on his face, he was there long enough to see me use my powers. Shit. This means he also saw us robbing the house. He’s got to go. I straighten my fingers as I wrap him in my thoughts. My mind tightens around his throat. Our eyes lock. His are bright blue.

“Wrong place, wrong time,” I say without much thought. My grasp tightens. A gasp escapes from between his thin lips. Static hums in my ears. What’s that about? Trying to shake it off, I focus on my attack. I need to wrap this up. If I take too long to get back to the house, Madison will be suspicious.

His face turns red. A cry breaks through me. Powers. She has powers. That isn’t me. My heart beats faster. The wideness of his eyes suggests that he’s scared, but I can feel something more there. Feel? I don’t want to die. Am I hearing him? Feeling what he feels? My stomach knots up. I let go. My thoughts come back to me. We stand there, staring at each other.

“Were you talking to me?” I ask. My voice cracks as the words come out.

“I couldn’t talk.” His voice is hoarse. “You were choking me …from over there.” Our eyes stayed locked.

“I heard you saying something.” I shake my head. When my thoughts latched onto him, something happened. I could hear his thoughts and feel his fear. Nothing like that has ever happened before.

“Don’t kill me. I won’t tell anyone. I didn’t see a thing.” The guy’s voice is slightly less hoarse now. He puts his hands out, surrendering.

The ache in my stomach is forming an army. Madison can’t find out someone saw us—and that I let them live. I ready my hands again. My thoughts twist around him, beginning at his feet. His eyes widen. Can he feel me?

Static fills my head. I really won’t tell anyone. I’m not ready to die. Don’t kill me.

Guilt and dread wash over me. My mind lets go. My hands drop to my sides. “We never met. Forget tonight,” I whisper.

I run down the alleyway in the opposite direction that Julian and Brody went just moments ago. Not even ten minutes ago, my life was a lot less complicated than it is now, which is really saying something because everything was pretty damn complicated already. Silence swells in the spaces behind me. I really, really hope this doesn’t blow up in my face.

What was that? I could feel him and hear his thoughts. Is my power growing? Does he have some kind of ability that can tamper with mine? What if he follows me?

I need to make up for a few minutes. The rooftops should do the trick. They’ll be faster, too. I jump onto a closed dumpster, reach for a rusted ladder, and yank on it. Nothing happens. It’s stuck. I think one person seeing me use my talent is enough for the night. I grab the ladder again. This time, I suck in a deep breath and pull myself up.

 

The Highly Capable- Volume One of the Ruby Dawson Saga, an urban fantasy, is a tormenting and emotional tale of self-discovery. Find The Highly Capable on Amazon

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Jayme Beddingfield has been crafting stories since her third grade assignment to write her own fairytale.She has been writing professionally for five years. Originally from Northern New Jersey she now lives in Seattle, the city of her dreams. She lives with her husband, two children, and slew of adopted pets.

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The Sad Girl – Bob Mueller

The Sad Girl Excerpt

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Chapter 1

24 May 2010

LIFE WAS PRETTY GOOD. I was eighteen months into my parole, and staying out of trouble. I had a job. Heck, I had my own company and the money that came with it. Not a lot at first, but it was finally starting to pick up. Who knew an ex-con could make money selling recovered police evidence and property? I had a girlfriend now, too, who accepted me with all the baggage that comes with a convicted felon. It almost couldn’t get better. Then I saw her.

It was odd that I even found her. Usually the departments I got stuff from were consistent about erasing files and such. I hardly ever double-checked them, just because they had gotten so consistent.

Even stranger was that there was a case number attached to her. That’s only about the third time it’d happened since I started Graybar Auctions. One department up in upstate New York had let some stuff slip through, but it was their first time shipping stuff to me. I’d been working with Westwood PD in Alabama, the department that sent this shipment to me, almost since the beginning. They’d helped me work out my rules, so they knew the drill. I shook my head.

I looked at the seventeen images on my screen for almost fifteen minutes. I think it was her eyes that sent me over the edge. Even Maria, my office assistant, commented on it.

“You know, I think that’s who that guy had in mind when he sang that line, ‘restless and reckless and lost.’”

She was pretty and young. Long blonde hair framed a small face in six photos. It was pulled back into pigtails in three, and in a single ponytail or braid in the rest. She wore three different outfits. The locations were unremarkable. Most were inside. Some showed her on a couch, and one showed her cooking. The outside shots looked posed, and could’ve passed for high school graduation photos, if she’d been old enough to graduate. She looked happy outside.

There was something haunting about her. The look in her eyes was distant and maybe a little bit sad. Maria’s comment about “Out of the Frying Pan” by Meat Loaf cued up the song in my head and I let it play mentally as I stared. “Restless and reckless and lost” fit her all too well. So did “the walking wounded and the living dead.” The resolution on the pictures was good enough that I could see she’d been crying in the last two.

I finally shook off the willies creeping up my spine, and checked out the forty other memory cards in the box. Took me an hour. I didn’t find anything else weird, which calmed me down. A little. There were two cameras, the cards, and some jewelry in the shipment. I stuffed everything into the safe in the backroom and got back to work.

The rest of the day seemed to fly in a blur. I saw all the outbound boxes piled by the backdoor waiting for UPS to pick them up, but I couldn’t tell you anything about any of the auctions. Usually something stuck in my head about each batch of stuff I sent out. I could tell you where a shipment was going, or something about my contact at one of the departments. Today, though, I was still stuck on The Sad Girl. Maria had named her that, and it fit.

-The Sad Girl by Bob Mueller  

About the Author

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When you get right down to it, Bob Mueller writes about emotions. He finds them in his own experiences as a divorced father, and a family member of a sex abuse survivor, and from the people he meets. He puts himself in someone else’s shoes, and teases out their feelings. Blending that with bits and pieces of history and life experience, he crafts a story that might have been inspired by a song, or a news article. But it’s about emotions in the end. Born in north Texas and raised in southeastern Ohio, Bob is a member of Tulsa NightWriters and Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, a father of eight, and a pastor’s husband. When he’s not writing, he enjoys reading (thrillers, historical fiction and non-fiction, and police procedurals), genealogy, and shooting.

For more information, visit www.bobmuellerwriter.com.

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***Cover Reveal – Finding Me***

Finding Me Cover Reveal #2 Finding Me by Dawn Brazil is the first book in the Finding Me Trilogy and is set to re-release on March 3rd from Booktrope Publishing. This YA Fantasy cover was designed by Yosbe Designs.

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About the Book

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Sixteen-year-old Chloe Carmichael’s perfect world is in chaos.

It’s not because she has a vision of her boyfriend murdered and then he’s found dead exactly as foreseen. It’s not because she suddenly has the ability to move objects when she’s upset. It’s kinda cool to close a door without touching it. And it’s most definitely not her overbearing mother who only cares about appearances. Chloe has already grown quite accustomed to her family’s distance.
So what has Chloe cringing in fear?

It’s having to become another person for a new group of people. She knows she’s not perfect, but apparently she was in another life. In that other life, she was known as Amanda. Amanda was perfect. Chloe, not so much. Her new friends won’t allow her to forget.

Chloe struggles with a love that exposes the soul. It’s a love that defies reason. It’s a love that speaks to her heart and demands attention.

It’s the stench of impending death that hovers over her every move.
It’s that final threat as she tries to acclimate to a life of super human proportions.
It’s the enemy she can’t see and doesn’t remember.
And most importantly, it’s never discovering who she really is that truly frightens her.

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About the Author

Author PhotoDawn wants to live in a world fully inhabited by fictional characters. She thinks fictional characters are cooler than real people; except herself, of course. But since the world is not comprised of dreamy book boyfriends, she creates them for everyone to fawn over. Her debut novel, Finding Me, book 1 in the Finding Me Trilogy, is set to release on March 3, 2016.

When she is not writing, she can be found with her nose in a book—swooning over another book boyfriend, drying up tears from a recent heartbreak, or shouldering a wound she received in battle. She also loves to create magic in the kitchen, with an array of inspiring dishes she pulls from Pinterest. Dawn lives in South Texas with her sports-obsessed husband, three technology-infatuated teenagers, and her great big colossal imagination.

She is currently editing the final book in the Finding Me series, Becoming Me. The book is set to release the summer of 2016. She is a master juggler and is working on two other young adult standalone novels: a high-fantasy tearjerker and a science fiction story with a romance that will make your heart ache.

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Danielle Ione, Becoming (Limitless novel #3)

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Title: Becoming(Limitless novel #3)
Author: Danielle Ione







Gay.

Confused.

Unsure.

Lost.

Lily was all of the above. She spent her entire life fighting the person she truly was inside. Lily waged a war on her reflection, hating the things she saw that no one else could. She refused to accept that she was different in hopes that one day, things would change, that she would be normal. And it wasn’t until Cambria Miller came into her life, that she started to realize that loving yourself, let you see the beauty in the imperfections.

Cambria let the world see what they wanted; the social butterfly, the logical girl, the one everyone relied on. But no one saw what was underneath it all; the loneliness, the depression, the hurt that was caused by losing the one you love. Since the death of her girlfriend, Cambria refused to move forward, letting…

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