#Review “Blood Awakening (The Immortal Sleepers)” by Miranda Nichols

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4/5 Stars

Tyrian Blackwood is a member of the Hunter Administration, a thirteen-member council charged with keeping the realm of humans safe from the inhabitants of the other twelve realms of vampires, necromancers, sirens, shifters etc. Tyrian is a Vampire Hunter.

On the way to a council meeting, Tyrian meets bookstore employee, Kaelyn Hamblin. Their conversation is brief but meaningful and they will meet again.

Because they are fated mates.

Of course, nothing is ever easy, and before Tyrian can explain his life, their connection, and the fact he’s seven-hundred and twenty-two years old to Kaelyn, Tyrian’s eighteen-year-old charge (or Page), Caleb, is kidnapped and taken into the vampire realm.

Entering their own realm is a death sentence for a Hunter… unless they have the blood bond of their Medium (mate).

Here is where Kaelyn’s ‘awakening’ begins. It’s already known she lost her mother in a fire, never knew her father and grew up in foster care… now she’ll learn the rest of the story as Tyrian hurries to rescue Caleb.

I liked Kaelyn Hamblin. She’s pragmatic, not teary or wimpy. She’s taken the hand life dealt her and not done too badly for herself.

Tyrian Blackwood is also likable. His own backstory is as heartbreaking as Kaelyn’s and Caleb’s and helps you to understand him and his choices. Even the bad ones.

Orphan Caleb is the perfect sullen, snarky teenager, desperate for his guardian’s approval.

Ember (Kaelyn’s best friend), Lilith—a Witch Hunter (the only female Hunter), and Starla—a Druid (the HEAD of the council and its most powerful member) are strong female characters whose scenes of vulnerability enhance their characters, not portray them as weak. Big kudos to the author for these admirable characters.

Villain Cynric… is just nuts. But while he does some despicable things, I saw him more as an out of control loony pawn than evil. Think this could change though. The foreshadowing is epic.

The world building is effective. Realms, their inhabitants, Hunters, and the rules are revealed as the story progresses in good detail without any info dumping.

Where I stumble with this read is Tyrian and Kaelyn… together. They’re good together—say the right things, do the right things—but, personally, I never felt a chemistry. That smoldering, forever-and-a day type of love wasn’t there for me.

Also, the story is paced very well… except when Tyrian and Kaelyn are together.

Granted, when your H/h are together, it’s usually the part of the story you want to savor and relish. However, for me, the descriptive prose was exhausting.

Readers want to be in the scene; we want to be shown and not told, but how many descriptions for eyes are needed in the same scene? In the same book? Great scenes were ruined for me because of the endless prose describing the scene.

I love the details. They almost always enhance any story. But, I had to take breaks from this read because I was yanked from the scene too often by too many details.

It IS a good story. Traveling to other realms, battling in other realms… was all spot on. The unlikely bonds forged have meaning and show a depth of character. But, for me, the romance feels forced and just isn’t compelling.

There aren’t many resolutions before story’s end, but I wouldn’t call it a true cliffhanger. Lines are drawn in the sand, warnings are given… the battle is coming, and YES, I do plan to read book two, Awakened in Flame. A teaser in included at the end and it’s just enough to make you wonder!

I’m sure Fantasy, Dark Magic, and Paranormal Romance fans will enjoy Blood Awakening.

Special Note: Blood Awakening: The Immortal Sleepers is currently only available from the publisher linked below, and is not on Goodreads.


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Title: Blood Awakening (The Immortal Sleepers)

Author: Miranda Nichols

Genre: Paranormal / Fantasy Romance

A war has been brewing in the shadows.

Kaelyn Hamblin never felt particularly extraordinary, growing up in a strong Irish household in the heart of Boston for most of her young life. Her humdrum routine remained markedly unchanged for longer than she cared to remember; until that day. The day when a beautiful stranger drifted into her hole-in-the-wall bookshop and changed her life forever.

Tyrian knew from the moment he locked eyes on her that she was the one. His one. The singular being within all of time and space that was made for him and him alone. His world was not one of niceties and pretty things; bringing her into it would be dangerous. But he would protect her. He had to. After all, it was foretold.

Worlds collide, marking the beginning of the end to an age long battle warring between the forces of darkness and light in the universe. The fate of all rests on the shoulders of a lone druid and her band of human hunters to quell the rising tide of evil threatening to overtake everything and plunge the connected realms into eternal darkness.


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Miranda NicholsMiranda Nichols is an up and coming author of the paranormal romance genre. She’s a full-time student working towards her degree in creative writing. When she isn’t studying or helping the alternative fuel industry, you can find her on https://www.fictionpress.com/ or curled up with a steamy romance novel. She’s a loyal friend who’s not afraid to tell it like it is. Like the smell of fresh popcorn, her fantasy romances tempt you and keep you coming back for more.





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“Wrong Side of the Rift” by Libby Heily #BookTour #Giveaways

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Wrong Side of the Rift CoverTitle: Wrong Side of the Rift

Author: Libby Heil

Genre: YA Fantasy

Grape can’t unlearn what living in Sortilege Falls has taught her. Magic is real. Vampires live among us. And there’s a portal in her back yard that leads to another world.

A few weeks ago, Grape lived a quiet life with her family in Watts Landing. Now, she’s stuck in Sortilege Falls, searching for a way to rescue her brother from the other side of the rift. She’s connected to Brad through dreams and what she sees terrifies her. Brad is being tortured into performing magic and, even worse, he’s being forced to torture others.

Grape hounds the magic folk in town, seeking a way through the rift. Her mother’s memory’s been stolen. Her new vampire friend refuses to help. Grape must do it all alone. What she uncovers is a whole host of secrets about the town and her own family. And she’s not the only one hunting for answers.

Time is running out for Brad, but it might be running out for Grape as well.

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I was born during a blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool but I have no memory of that time. I grew up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I’m a writer and improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year. Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts and screenplays. I started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but still dabble in theater.

Fun facts about me: There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read, write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second favorite. All dogs. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything I’ve said so far is true.


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Excerpt One:

This scene takes place in a church parking lot just after a funeral. Grape has just gone to find out information about her brother’s whereabouts from one of her teachers and returns to find her mother flirting with a vampire:

“Oh, honey, I was wondering where you’d gotten off to,” her mother said as she wandered back, lost in thought.

“Yeah, I saw someone I knew…” Grape stopped moving, her feet locked into place. Her mind had been so preoccupied with Milly and Mrs. Humphries that she hadn’t seen who her mother was speaking with. The couple and their daughter had gone, leaving Liam in their place. He stood beside Dr. Merriweather, smiling in his all-black suit.

Her mother waved a hand toward Liam. “Have I ever introduced you to Mr. Sable? He’s a nurse at the hospital.”

“We’re acquainted,” Grape said, her voice devoid of good humor.

“How so?” her mother asked.

Why is Mom smiling so much?

“Liam knows Graeson,” Grape offered through her clenched jaw.

“Oh? Our neighbor? How do you know him?”

“Liam owns a club Graeson belongs to,” Grape said before Liam could answer.

“A club?” her mother asked, a bit of doubt creeping into her voice.

Liam smiled. It was hard to read his expression as his crystal blue eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. “I own a coffeehouse. It is very old and in desperate need of decoration. Mostly teenagers come. They play board games,” he said in his thick Eastern European-ish accent.

“And dress up,” Grape said, her heartbeat growing faster. She did not like the way Liam smiled at her mother or the way her mother looked at him.

“Yes.” Liam chuckled. “I believe it is called cos-play. The kids, they like to dress up as superheroes or villains. It is a common thing, and in a town this small they have no place to do it.”

“Maybe we’ll drop by and check it out one day,” her mother said. She touched Liam’s arm. “I’m sure it doesn’t need decorating as badly as you think.”

She touched Liam’s arm. Her mother touched Liam’s arm.

“Mom, we should probably get Mandy home,” Grape said, forcing herself to smile. Look normal, Grape, and get her the hell away from the vampire. She nodded toward Mandy, who stood beside Adam, arms crossed and tears dripping from her eyes.

“Oh, yes, you’re probably right,” her mother said, glancing at Grape before returning her attention to Liam. “I’ll see you at work, I guess.”

“I will be there.”

Grape watched as her mother walked toward Mandy. When she was out of ear-shot, Grape turned to Liam, fury in her belly. “What the hell was that?”

“What? I came looking for you, to see how you are. I ran into your mother. I know her from work.”

“You were flirting.”

“I was being nice.”

“Don’t. My mother is off limits.”

“Whatever you say, Grape Merriweather. I live to serve.”

“If that’s true, then take me to the Magic Lands.”

“There are very few who could open that rift, and those few all live in…the Magic Lands.”

“Then how did it open for Brad?”

“You would have to ask Brad.”

Grape’s hands balled up at her sides. She could feel a strange warmth growing through her body. “How the hell am I supposed to ask him anything if I can’t get to where he is?”

“Exactly. It is over. He is gone. I am very sorry, Grape Merriweather. It will be best for everyone if you let this go.”

“Nothing’s over.”

“You are spending too much time in the woods.”

Grape balked. “What? Did my mother tell you that?”

“No.” Liam sniffed the air. “But you smell of dirt and trees with a hint of desperation.”

Grape opened her mouth to protest, but Liam inclined his head toward her mother, who stood staring at them, her arm wrapped around Mandy.

“Enjoy the ride home.”

Excerpt Two:

 Grape’s brother, Brad, was forced through a rift into a parallel universe where magic is the norm. Grape is still connected to him through dreams. Here, she encounters Brad in dream-form for the first time.

“Uuuuugh,” Brad moaned as he opened his eyes. The darkness had been a better, more forgiving place. Waking up only returned him to his new reality. The cave came into focus: the burnt ashes of last night’s fire, his own dirty backpack crammed with the objects of a former life, the dead man sitting patiently by the mouth of the cave—his mud-caked robe creased stiffly around his body, and the couple huddled in the shadows. Their whimpers grew louder as Brad sat up.

“Tomorrow, you will wake up earlier,” the dead man said in his dry voice.

Brad ignored the rotting corpse and turned his attention to the cowering couple. “It’s okay.” He raised his empty hands palm up to show that he bore them no ill will.

The woman buried her head in the man’s chest. They sat shaking into one another, two skeletons covered in loose skin and scars.

“Don’t bother with them. They probably don’t understand a word you’re saying.”

Brad reached for his glasses, forgetting that he no longer wore them. That was the first thing the dead man had done, poured a potion in his eyes and bound them for two days. Poor eyesight was a weakness they could ill afford, the dead man had told him. Blinded, they’d moved him to this cave, well away from the rift that could lead him home. Orzael, the cat man, had hunted as the dead man cared for Brad. But the dead man wasn’t the only one who stayed with him. Brad could feel someone in his mind, exploring his thoughts. Brad called him the Other. Occasionally, Brad had been able to pick up on a few thoughts of the Other as well.

“They’re frightened. And hurt,” Brad said, moving slowly toward the couple. “Those are new cuts on her arm.”

“Yes. Search your mind. You’ll remember them.”

Brad didn’t want to search his mind, didn’t want to remember what he’d done under the Other’s influence, but the images came back unbidden. His hands flicking by his sides, chanting in a language he didn’t understand, the slashes appearing across the woman’s arms. Red, bloody gashes cutting into the brown skin.

“You know the incantation now,” the dead man said. It was not a question.

Of course Brad knew. He knew every one they’d taught him. Even when it was the Other who took over his body and performed the spells, Brad knew them. He was always there with the Other, and not there. Alive, but not in control, and completely unable to forget what the Other had made him do.

“Here,” Brad said, handing a canteen of water to the man huddled in the darkness. He could just make out wild eyes staring at him. The man wore torn rags, revealing skin-sheathed bones beneath. How long had it been since these two had had enough to eat? Years, it looked like. The man’s skin was the color of milk chocolate, the parts that weren’t caked in dirt. Brad watched as the man scooted farther back, trying to press his body into the rock wall behind him. His grip on the woman grew tighter and she whimpered under his embrace.

“I gave them water this morning and some boiled roots to eat.”

Brad left the canteen at their feet and joined the dead man at the mouth of the cave. He stood, looking out at the hilly terrain. Rocks and dirt and clumps of yellowing grass were all he’d seen of this new land since his vision had returned. “Is Orzael out hunting?”

The dead man nodded, his head bowing to his chest and back, loose on his neck. “Your lessons will begin after breakfast.”

“No,” Brad said. “No more. Please.” His first few days’ lessons had been simple, learning to harness the magic within him. He’d been taught to turn plants different colors, to manipulate the light and shade to make a boulder appear to be a doll’s house. Brad had been excited in those days, if lonely. The Other had touched his memories, learned his mind, but hadn’t interfered. Then, one night, Orzael had returned with the couple. They’d already been through something terrible. The scars on their bodies and the way they shook and slumped as they moved told him that. And their eyes, awake and distant, as if they’d had lots of practice pretending they weren’t there at all. Brad had supposed that Orzael had found them foraging in some nearby woods, that he had brought them here for the dead man to help them. He had been very, very wrong.

“A gift from your grandfather,” the dead man had told him. It was the first time Brad had heard the Other named, though he’d already gleaned the information from the Other’s mind. My grandfather, Ravanuri.

“Who are they?”

“Who they are is none of your concern. They are for you to practice upon.”

“Practice healing?” Brad had asked, taking in their sunken cheeks and wild eyes. A blistering burn covered the woman’s cheek. Could he rid her of the pain or maybe even make the burn disappear completely? His mind reeled with possibilities, and he felt the Other’s presence. He reached out with his mind and inspected the Other’s thoughts. He found a spell that could at least rid a cut of infection; perhaps he could use it on her to see if the burn would heal more quickly.

“No,” the dead man had said, his milky-white eyes boring into Brad. “You are not a Healer, boy. Your task is far more important.”

“Than what? She needs our help.”

The dead man had taught him a spell, urged Brad to repeat it, but Brad had refused unless the dead man told him what the spell would do. The dead man struck him, even had Orzael slap him with his meaty paw, but Brad had resisted. Then the Other had taken over. White heat engulfed Brad’s body like flames. He felt his own mind receding, becoming a spectator as his arms flailed, his voice calling out the words the dead man had taught him. There was pain. And helplessness. And fear. Brad fought, but the Other was too strong. He watched, paralyzed, as the Other, his grandfather, a man named Ravanuri, used Brad’s body to perform the spell. The couple, crying in the middle of the cave, flew backward as if thrown by a strong wind. Brad could still hear the sick thud of their bodies hitting the hard rock wall.

He shook the memory from his mind. What was done was done. Now, he had to figure out a way to keep the couple from getting hurt anymore.

“I won’t do it,” he said.

The dead man turned his attention away from the landscape and focused solely on Brad. His milky-white eyes had taken some time to get used to, but Brad wasn’t sure if he would ever grow accustomed to the blue veins that snaked the man’s pale skin or the thin, bone-white lips that stretched in a straight line across his face. But worst of all were the dead man’s rotting teeth, small and brown. A cloud of sour odor surrounded him and grew worse when he spoke. “You don’t have a choice.”

Excerpt Three:

Grape is growing frustrated in her search to find her brother. None of the magical creatures living in Sortilege Falls will help her. Though normally averse to exercise, Grape decides to go for a run to clear her head, and she thinks she spots an old friend/enemy.

Grape rounded the corner and jogged onto her block. Nearly home. Good. Three miles was way farther than she’d intended to run though her legs still felt good and she hadn’t gotten too sweaty yet. She hadn’t jogged since she’d tried out for a part in Aliens, a student production in Watts Landing. She’d gone for the Sigourney Weaver role but hadn’t been cast. It was the only production she’d been left out of in her home town. She hadn’t really wanted to run now, but she’d been too antsy after school to just sit in her room. She’d thought about hiking through the woods but she knew she’d just end up by the tree, wishing for Brad to be back.

Her house grew larger as she jogged closer. Good. She wanted a shower and maybe six plates of dinner. Grape compelled her legs to go faster. “Move it!” she commanded and sped up. Her mind flashed to running toward the portal in the woods, surrounded by gnomes. They were leading her to the tree, to the rift, and to Brad. But she’d been seconds too late, only able to jump half way through the portal before the cat man caught her and pulled her back to Sortilege Falls. If it hadn’t been for Liam, she’d be dead for sure. The cat man had found the idea of tearing her to shreds quite pleasurable.

Grape broke into a sprint. Thoughts of having to maybe outrun that furry bastard one day pushed her to the breaking point. Her ribs ached and a stitch ran through her side but still she pushed. What if she had to outrun him when she first landed in the Magic Lands? Maybe he would be standing guard on the other side of the rift? Her ribs burned but she didn’t stop. She was almost there.

Something small and red caught her eye. Grape glanced at her neighbor’s lawn and spotted a gnome sitting at the base of the mailbox.

“Auuuuuuugh!” she screamed as she leapt for the gnome. Clutching him in her arms, she tumbled through the thick grass. She rolled to a halt on her neighbor’s driveway, clumps of dirt and grass sticking to her sweaty legs.

“Take me to Brad!” she screamed at the gnome. She held him up to her face so she could look him in the eye. “Take me to…” her voice fell as she took in the painted beard and the unmoving eyes and cap. The gnome was a statue. An inanimate statue. Grape sat up, the gnome resting on her lap. Dammit.

Excerpt 4:

The Models have just returned to school. Their otherworldly beauty is gone and so is their power over their fellow students. Some adjust well, some don’t. Grape does her best to protect her friends, but as you’ll see, it isn’t always easy.

Graeson hovered just outside the cafeteria doors. He smiled when he saw her approaching and gave a quick wave.

“I’m starving. Not literally, but you know what I mean,” Grape said, thinking of people who were actually starving. She’d forgotten to pack a lunch that morning or any snacks. Her tummy rumbled as she searched her purse for a few dollars.

“I might be able to spare some of my sandwich. I haven’t been super hungry lately,” Graeson offered.

“What’d you bring?”

“PB and J.”

“That sounds like heaven. I’ll take whatever you don’t finish, but no worries. I have money in here somewhere. And Bam! Found it.” Grape pulled a crumpled five dollar bill out of her bag and held in front of Graeson, savoring the small victory.

“Good. I kind of want all my sandwich.”

“Can I have a bite?” she asked, now that her mouth was watering for creamy peanut butter and sweet jelly.

Graeson made to answer, but his words were drowned out by a scream from down the hall.

“What the…” Grape said, peering at the backs of students as they huddled into a mass. They swarmed the middle of the hall, circling around a small space. “What’s going on?”

“Looks like a fight.” Graeson’s body tensed. “We should head into the cafeteria.

“Uh-huh,” Grape said, but she kept her gaze locked on the crowd.

“Get him, Reggie!” someone yelled.

A book bag flew into the air from the middle of the pack. Grape recognized the Gucci bag. It might not be too long before the twins’ aunt made Xavier sell his expensive accessories as well as their cars, but she hadn’t yet.

“Crap, come on,” Grape said, jogging toward the crowd. She had to push her way to the front. A hefty kid with huge, hulking shoulders held Xavier in a headlock. He punched the former Model in the face, and Grape saw blood spurt onto the floor.

“Hey!” she screamed, stepping forward, not sure what she could do. She tried to grab the guy’s arm to stop him from hitting Xavier again, but the kid swatted her away. She tripped backward and landed hard on her rear, sending a jolt of pain through her body.

Anger raged in her belly as her ribs throbbed. Grape struggled to her feet. The giant kid picked Xavier up and held him in the air as if the former Model weighed no more than a child. “Put him down,” she yelled, but her voice was drowned out by the crowd. They cheered to see Xavier body-slammed.

Grape heard a low growl and was surprised to find that it was coming from her. She took a step forward, her fists clenched and ready.

Two kids standing in the front row, red-faced from yelling, were shoved aside as Lonnie plowed through them. He landed two quick punches to the big kid’s mid-section. The kid dropped Xavier, who landed heavily on his side.

“Ugh,” Xavier moaned as Lonnie reached down to help him to his feet.

“Look out!” Grape yelled as the kid raised a ham-sized fist in the air. But he moved too slowly. Lonnie landed a kick to the giant’s crotch before the boy could throw his punch. The boy stood still for a moment, his hand still raised. His face slowly turned red as he folded over, falling hard to the ground. Xavier stood and thrust his boot into the kid’s stomach.

“You okay?” Lonnie asked his brother.

Xavier grabbed his book bag from the ground. He used the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the blood from his nose. “I’m fine,” he grunted.

Graeson grabbed Grape’s arm and pulled her back into the crowd.

“Where were you?”

“Stuck in the back. We gotta go.”

“But Lonnie’s…”

Graeson pointed at the teachers rushing toward them. “We gotta go.”

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“Noble Magic: The Chronicles of Eledon Book Four” by Joni Parker #Excerpt

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From Chapter 2:

A few minutes later, the Chamber Elf opened the door and led them inside. The members sat in large chairs around three sides of the room while the senior member, Lord Ashur, sat alone on one end—his long white hair dangled over his bright red robe. Alex and Prince Darin saluted and knelt before him.

“Rise, both of you. Prince Darin, I see you’re with the Keeper again. What’s this adventure? I sent the Keeper to check on the cottage, not to explore.” Lord Ashur leaned forward in his large chair and gazed with amusement from under his white, bushy eyebrows.

“I apologize for the interruption, my lord, but Lady Alexin arrived with an escort of a dozen rebels, now in our custody. Apparently, they were searching for some documents, but couldn’t find them. The Keeper did. And I’d like your permission to review them.”

“Keeper, show me these documents.”

Alex unrolled the scrolls, handing him one at a time. She smiled as she watched his eyebrows move up and down.

He passed them around to the other members. “How did you find them when the rebels couldn’t?”

“They were locked inside a vault in one of the bedrooms. I missed it the last time I was there. Not only did it have these scrolls, but it also had this.”  She held up the black bag and pulled out the gold chest, handing it to him.

Lord Ashur gasped and stared at the beautiful chest. “What’s in here?”

“Open it.” Alex stepped back so Prince Darin could see.

He flipped the top open and pulled back the velvet cloth.  “Oh my stars!” He picked up one of the large diamonds in his hand. It flashed rainbows on the ceiling and walls.

The members stared and gasped and gathered around his chair for a closer look.

“How many are there?” Lord Mesner stared at it, captivated by its beauty.

“Five.” Lord Ashur cocked his head to the side. “Could these be the legendary Diamond Eggs?”

“May I?” Lord Root asked. “I saw them before they were stolen and disappeared. I took my Elves to see them in Weston—they’re the Crystals of Life. Years ago, my uncle, Lord Dormus, brought them to Eledon from his visit to the Star Elves.” He slid off his chair and rambled over; his blue velvet robe dragged along the floor. Lord Root was the Pixie Elf representative on the Council and the newest permanent member. He wasn’t much taller than Alex’s knees.

From Chapter 3:

Prince Darin bowed to Lord Ashur. “While I was waiting for the Keeper, one of my ship’s captains delivered an urgent report. As you know, every month, the Water Elves send supplies to Seaward Isle. Two weeks ago, two of my ships, the Rambler and the Crustacean, set sail for the island and were due to return four days ago, but they haven’t shown up yet. I’ve sent several ships out to check the entry points to Seaward Isle, but they can’t be found. I’d like the Mentors’ help.”

“Of course. The entry points are the only things holding Seaward Isle to Eledon.”

Lord Odin rose from his chair. “This could be a disaster, my lord. The Mentors must give it high priority. Seaward Isle must not detach from Eledon. It could fall into the mortal world and take us with it. It must be fixed. It can’t be overlooked any longer.”

Alex’s eyes grew wide. This was a real problem. Concerned, she glanced at her grandfather. His face was pale and he was sweating. But she also knew he was depending on her to find a solution. She didn’t have a clue.

Lord Ashur frowned. “I agree this is a problem. Members, rise as we call upon the Mentors.” He rose slowly from his chair and raised his hands. “Mentors, greetings. We call upon you to assist us.”

In the middle of the room, a small flame appeared above the white pedestal. It was slightly larger than a man’s hand and emitted no heat—this was how the Mentors manifested themselves to the Elves. A female voice came from the flame.

“Lord Ashur and members…”

With a roar, the small Mentors’ flame erupted into a large fireball, touching the ceiling. From the raging fire, a man’s ugly face appeared and his deep voice boomed. He spoke in the mortal language called the common tongue; few in the room understood what he said. Alex, Lord Odin, and Lord Root understood it because they’d lived on Seaward Isle with mortals; Lord Ashur waved his hand to translate the man’s words into Elf.

“Who killed Shinjan?” The man’s dark beady eyes glared out at them. He had a large crooked nose; his skin was pasty-white, and he had a mane of scraggly black hair. When he opened his mouth, long flames of fire flowed out like snakes. “Who killed Shinjan?”

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Author: Joni Parker

Genre: Fantasy

Lady Alexin (Alex) battles a band of mortal wizards known as the Octagon, discovers the mysteries of the five legendary diamond eggs, and finally comes into her true powers gifted to her by her conquests and the gifts of her Titan ancestors. Tasked with the seemingly impossible, Alex must find a way to restore the entry points to Seaward Isle or see its inhabitants face certain destruction as the grid holding Eledon together threatens to fall apart.

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Joni ParkerJoni currently lives in Tucson, Arizona, but she was born in Chicago, lived in Japan, graduated high school in Phoenix, and got married in New Jersey. Not only was she married to a career Navy sailor, but she also completed 22 years of active duty service herself. She holds a bachelor’s degree in accounting, an MBA, and a Master of Military Arts and Sciences (MMAS) from the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College.  After her husband passed away, she returned to the work in the Department of Homeland Security until she discovered her love of writing. She retired again and has written two series, “The Seaward Isle Saga,” a three-book series, and “The Chronicles of Eledon” with “Spell Breaker,” “The Blue Witch,” “Gossamer,” and “Noble Magic.”


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“Forests of Mist” Launch

Hello, readers! I’d like to apologize in advance if this blog is incoherent. I’m bone-tired from being up all hours of the night feeding Girl Spawn, who coincidentally came early on launch week. Two October babies for me, what a lucky gal I am!

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The biggest news I have (writing-wise, I happen to think Girl Spawn joining the world is pretty big news) is that Calliope Jones and The Forests of Mist launched on Amazon on October 21st!* I’m so excited for you guys to be able to download it and read it. I hope you love it. I know I do, but I’m biased. So please, download it, read it, review it! Beta feedback was this book is better than the first, and I tend to agree.

And with that, I’m off, since Girl Spawn forgot I just fed her, like, 15 minutes ago. My literary baby is far less demanding. And doesn’t keep me up all night. Well, I can’t promise my literary baby won’t keep you up all might until you finish it. In fact, I wish you many sleepless nights as you Dive into Callie’s exciting new adventure!

You can find Forests of Mist here.


“The Imaginarium of the Innocent” by H.A. Betancourt #Giveaway

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The Imaginarium of the Innocent coverTitle: The Imaginarium of the Innocent

Author: H.A. Betancourt

Genre: Fantasy

While young Wendy and her brothers were taken to Neverland by Peter Pan, Alice fell through a rabbit hole and the Pevensie siblings crossed over to Narnia, another boy was taken to another fantastic place: his own heart.

Great losses crumble the worlds of even the steadiest individuals. In The Imaginarium of the Innocent, ten-year-old Tobias Young’s sense of home is torn from him in one night of wartime devastation in Belgium. Instead of security, love, and peace, Toby now faces deep despair and cold numbness. In the aftermath of the destruction of his soul, he is crippled and orphaned in London.Not only does Toby struggle to accept his handicap, he battles the will to be happy. With the help of a magical soaring eagle, Eoloswing, Toby enters the endangered Imaginarium as the Nightingale—a young man destined to save his newfound friends from the evil of the Hopeslayer. As Toby searches for answers and happiness—with his new roommate and his sister—in both the orphanage and the gorgeous and captivating floating island of dreams, he must learn to address his own heart and remember to retain his own Spark of Elan.

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H.A Betancourt is a Miami-based author. He started writing when he was 13 years old, eventually starting to write his own stories at the age of sixteen. He has a passion for storytelling and studied film production, screenwriting, and creative writing. “The Imaginarium of the Innocent” marks his first big release in the English language. Born and raised in México, he is proud of his heritage but has a dream to see more of the world.

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“Noble Magic: The Chronicles of Eledon Book Four” by Joni Parker #BookTour

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Noble Magic coverTitle: Noble Magic: The Chronicles of Eledon Book Four

Author: Joni Parker

Genre: Fantasy

Lady Alexin (Alex) battles a band of mortal wizards known as the Octagon, discovers the mysteries of the five legendary diamond eggs, and finally comes into her true powers gifted to her by her conquests and the gifts of her Titan ancestors. Tasked with the seemingly impossible, Alex must find a way to restore the entry points to Seaward Isle or see its inhabitants face certain destruction as the grid holding Eledon together threatens to fall apart.

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Joni ParkerJoni currently lives in Tucson, Arizona, but she was born in Chicago, lived in Japan, graduated high school in Phoenix, and got married in New Jersey. Not only was she married to a career Navy sailor, but she also completed 22 years of active duty service herself. She holds a bachelor’s degree in accounting, an MBA, and a Master of Military Arts and Sciences (MMAS) from the U.S. Army Command and General Staff College.  After her husband passed away, she returned to the work in the Department of Homeland Security until she discovered her love of writing. She retired again and has written two series, “The Seaward Isle Saga,” a three-book series, and “The Chronicles of Eledon” with “Spell Breaker,” “The Blue Witch,” “Gossamer,” and “Noble Magic.”


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“Exp1re (Expire Duet)” by Erin Noelle #BlogTour


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They haunt me.
I can’t look into a person’s eyes without seeing the six-digit date of their death.
I’m helpless to change it, no matter how hard I try.
I’ve trained myself to look down. Away. Anywhere but at their eyes.
My camera is my escape. My salvation. Through its lens, I see only beauty and life—not death and despair.
Disconnected from all those around me, I’m content being alone, simply existing.
Until I meet him.
The man beyond the numbers.
How can I stay away, when everything about him draws me in?
But how can I fall in love, knowing exactly when it will expire?

The image of him from yesterday, climbing out of the cockpit and taking his helmet off after handling that F1 race car like he’d been born with a steering wheel in his hand, pops into my head and my thighs impulsively clench together. Holy rings of Saturn. Even though he was a sweaty mess, it was the sexiest I’ve seen him, and considering I’ve been treated to the sight of his naked abs a few times already, that’s pretty much impossible. The way he exuded command and control over the powerful deathtrap-on-wheels then stalked toward me like the badass he is… yeah, I had to chant “Unavailable, unavailable, unavailable,” over and over in my head to keep me from flinging myself at him.
“You do realize I’m the driver, right? And if my memory serves me correctly, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of keeping you safe and sound so far on this trip, especially considering how we started.” He glances over at me, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “And to add to that, I think you’re having a much better time than you thought you would. Dare I say, despite your claim that you don’t ‘do people,’ you might even like getting to know one of your subjects. Namely, me.”
I turn to watch the groves of olive trees lining the Italian countryside whiz by out the window, hiding my grin. He’s right. We’re six days and three countries into this journey, and he’s done nothing but take care of everything, including me. From insisting I sleep in the bed while he took the couch in Barcelona, to always letting me choose where we go sightseeing and the restaurants we eat at, to cheering me up the minute he notices my mood turning gloomy, Tavian West is everything I could ask for in my first real adult friend… and more.  I can’t deny it any longer. I’ve got a full-blown crush on the guy.
One that will stay my little secret.   

About Erin Noelle USA Today Bestselling Author

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two
young daughters. While earning her degree in History, she rediscovered her love for reading  that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current,Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels.

Most nights you can find her cuddled up in bed with her husband, her Kindle in hand and a sporting event of some sorts on television.