Sunday, December 30, 2012

Welcome to my Review of Haunted Laird by Tara Nina


Book four in the
Cursed MacKinnons series.

Lynn’s ghost-hunting trip
in Scotland takes an unpleasant turn when she’s kidnapped from her camp by a
group of men rambling about curses and a brotherhood. In a daring escape, Lynn
falls over a cliff and awakens in a cave being guarded by a ghost, who insists
she’s the key to freeing a man who has been cast in stone by an evil curse. And
what a man he is…

Padon has been imprisoned
for over two centuries, frozen in stone. He is awoken when a sexy siren recites
the anti-curse, but he is only partially free. Stone by day, man by night.
Passion ignites between him and his savior immediately, which makes falling to
the curse each morning that much harder. He and Lynn seek a resolution by
making the trek to Padon’s family castle. But the kidnappers have other plans
and will do whatever they must to make sure this couple never makes it to their destination.
My Review
I started this series with this book which is the fourth in the series. I loved it so much I am going to start over from the first book.

I adore then entire plot of all the brother's having been turned to stone and each must be released be their perfect love match or soul mate. Time travel, smexy men in kilts, a perfect love match, and a baddy trying to foil it all. Everything I need in a favorite book series.


For USA Buyers of Double Dilemma, Portal to Passion and  Night Prey will be mailed both a signed cover flat and a signed book plate for their book. All other USA buyers Tara Nina books purchased will get a signed book plate.  Please email a copy of your purchase receipt to Vickie@innovativeonlinebooktours.com along with your mailing address.


BIO:
Hot Romance~Sexy Attitude best describes Tara Nina’s writing style. She creates
for Ellora’s Cave in sensuality ranges from steamy hot to simmering sweet,
which includes paranormals, contemporaries and romantic suspense. She is a
Southerner living in the northern wilds of New Jersey complete with grown
children, three dogs, and a mountain man for a husband. 




ONLINE LINKS:·       
Website:  http://taranina.com·       
Blog: http://taranina.blogspot.com/·       
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/tara.nina·       
Twitter: https://twitter.com/taranina·       
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/taranina


 
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For USA Buyers of Double Dilemma, Portal to Passion and  Night Prey will be mailed both a signed cover flat and a signed book plate for their book. All other USA buyers Tara Nina books purchased will get a signed book plate.  Please email a copy of your purchase receipt to Vickie@innovativeonlinebooktours.com along with your mailing address.
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Saturday, December 29, 2012

Stacking the Shelves #1

Stacking The Shelves is all about sharing the books we added to our shelves. It may be physical or virtual (ebook). This means you can include books you buy in physical store or online, books you borrow from friends or the library, review books, gifts and of course ebooks!

What Did I add to my shelf this week?

Gates of Rapture by Caris Roane
As a vampire and a warrior, Leto Distra is deadly. But after years of being forced to drink dying blood, he is now part beast—a wild savage thing lurking beneath the surface.  With war on the horizon, Leto is determined to help the Guardians of Ascension destroy the enemy who turned him into a monster. And there’s only one woman who can help him.
Grace Albion is certain that she’s meant to be with Leto, but their future may be cut short by the impending battle. Now Grace must embrace her obsidian flame powers—and bind her powers with Leto’s—if they’re ever going to survive.  With the fate of the world at stake, they must tap into powers they never knew they had…and unlock their deepest passions.
Sexy and thrilling, Gates of Raptures is the breathtaking final book in Caris Roane's Guardians of Ascension series.

Brink Of Eternity by Caris Roane

Discover powerful winged vampire warriors, the Guardians of Ascension, and the women they’re sworn to protect! 

Warrior Gideon swore he would never see Elise Jordan again even though they’d been passionate lovers for two years.  Her human nature couldn’t survive in his ascended vampire world; she would be vulnerable to attack on every front if he tried to continue a relationship with her.  But when Elise starts having visions of the future of Gideon’s sister hunted by death vampires, Gideon can no longer ignore that Elise is in her Call to Ascension, her call to become a vampire.  Though determined to keep her at bay, the infamous breh-hedden, an all-consuming vampire bonding ritual, wraps him up tight and demands that he protect Elise.  As he strives to keep her alive during her Rite of Ascension, love threatens to overwhelm his carefully ordered, war-weary world.

Reader, please note:  BRINK OF ETERNITY was published under a different cover, same title, in July of 2011.  The content is the same.


If you would like to read and Review either of these free contact me and I will get you an Ebook copy. Vickie@innovativeonlinebooktours.com

Sunday, December 23, 2012

"Spirals" Ruby Standing Deer Review



       A Holy Man, who lives in both this world and the Spirit world, waits hidden in a cave in the canyons, as a newly made woman runs toward him. She flees her would-be suitor, who wants from her more than she can give.
       The Holy Man and his constant companions, a colony of mice, accept the woman within the cave. She worries that he may be crazy, but given her fear of the man who desires her, maybe crazy is not so bad.
     In this sequel to Ruby Standing Deer’s first novel, Circles, the main character of Shining Light is now grown and with family. He dreams of the woman and the Holy Man in the canyons, and knows that, after four seasons of calm and peace in the Forest of Trees, he must go to them.
     He seeks guidance, but the Spirits tell him only that he must rescue these two people. Yet he need not go alone. Ever Shining Light’s faithful companion and Wolf Brother, White Paws senses he must follow his Human Brother. Thus, one Human, one Wolf, and their two families set out for the unknown.
     The adventure exceeds all of Shining Light’s expectations, and he learns more about his place in this world than the Holy Peoples of his band could ever teach him.

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MY REVIEW :


BIO:
       Author of Circles, Spirals and Courage Through Fear, a short story in a book called Evolution Book 1 Put out by my publishing Company, Evolved Publishing.
       Life is a wondrous mystery that I still explore. I spent my youth "feeling" my way thought it. I traveled throughout the seventies, standing on one highway ramp or another, exploring the many corridors of our country, learning about life and what it had to offer.
       In 1979, deep in winter, I settled down. I was lucky enough to become the first woman journeyman pressman of a major newspaper in Colorado. After ten years of working on printing presses, an injury forced me down another path.
       I made and sold jewelry, cared (still do) for abandoned animals, volunteered for a horse rescue as well as a no kill shelter. I went to school for so many different careers that ended up combining my credits to get a degree in horticulture. Unfortunately, or so I thought back then, two car accidents during my last semester, my last class, prevented my pursuing it as a living.
       I had no idea what my future held, but I was fortunate; my caring and understanding husband allowed me to explore other paths and I found one I knew I belong on--writing.
      Back then, I had no idea "someone" was pushing me to become a writer.
      I had taken creative writing classes off and on throughout my college years, because I always felt the need to write. Nothing came of it, except satisfying my own desires, until that special dream guided me to write my novel, Circles.
      I joined a couple writing groups to improve my skills. I met David Lane (aka Lane Diamond), my editor, in a group. He taught me to keep going, not to get discouraged, to write and never give up. He stuck with me and gave me the confidence I needed in myself, to let go of doubt, to move forward.
      My animals taught me about myself through their own lives. They showed me that I had the patience to push onward toward my destiny, that to give up meant the end. They helped me learn that if I willed myself to wade through all the murky waters, eventuality, I would see clearly enough to move forward.
      I am currently working on Stones, the third in this series and a book of short stories of the paranormal that will have something for everyone even if you are not sure you believe. I might just change your mind!
      My mixed bloodlines have shown me many things in life that I am truly grateful for. Thank you, Great Mystery, for the dreams, for the guidance, for the whispers in my mind.
ONLINE LINKS:

Web Site:    www.rubystandingdeer.com
 Author Facebook:  http://tinyurl.com/9hs6wh8
Twitter:   R_StandingDeer  https://twitter.com/R_StandingDeer

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Forgive Me , Alex review



Welcome to my review of Forgive Me, Alex by Lane Diamond. First I have the description of this book.

Blurb:
Tony Hooper stands in shadow across the street, one amongst many in the crowd of curiosity-hounds gathered to watch a monster's release. Seventeen years after Mitchell Norton, the devil, terrorized Algonquin, Illinois on a spree of kidnapping, torture and murder, the authorities release the butcher from psychiatric prison.

Tony longs to charge across the street to destroy Norton--no remorse--as if stepping on a cockroach. Only sheer force of will prevents his doing so.

The devil walks the world again. What shall Tony do about it? Aye, what indeed.

After all, this is what Tony does. It's who he is. The devil himself long ago made Tony into this hunter of monsters. What a sweet twist of fate this is, that he may still, finally, administer justice.

Will FBI Special Agent Linda Monroe stop him? She owes him her life, so how can she possibly put an end to his?

Tony Hooper and Mitchell Norton battle for supremacy, with law enforcement always a step away, in this story of justice and vengeance, evil and redemption, fear and courage, love and loss.

Review:

I was enthralled from page one. The moving from one time line to another was done very well.


Lane writes with such gracious prose, he made presenting two points of view was effortless. He keeps you so involved in the story that it is like you're watching it all first hand and a sideline participant. You want to jump in and help the characters in the story!


If you like psycho thrillers this book is for you! Give it a read!! Worth it!!


BUY IT HERE:        AMAZON        BARNES AND NOBLE

BIO:
I write fiction, long and short. My writings cross over many genres and focus on diverse subjects, ranging from the mysteries of the human mind, with its fragile psychological and emotional states, to the everyday joy and anguish of life on Earth.

I've been an avid reader my entire life, and started writing at the age of 12. I love a good story, of course, a compelling plot and satisfying conclusion. Yet as a reader, I've always been drawn to great characters. The characters bring me back to an author time and time again. This shows in my writing, where I attempt to create authentic, complex, real characters you can come to love, and in whose company you feel at home. Or maybe you'll despise a character and want to stick a fork in his eye. Hey, bad guys are fun too!

I did my tour in the real world, serving in the U.S. Air Force, then working as everything from a forklift operator to a bartender in my youth, before settling in as Business Services and Project Manager for a large manufacturing and distribution concern. Now, at long last (Man! Why did I wait so long?), I'm putting pedal to the metal in pursuit of the author's life.

After many years as a Freelance Editor, with several clients published or aspiring to be so, I co-founded Evolved Publishing, where I wear hats as Publisher, Executive Editor, and Author. As an author, I started with a few short stories, and released my debut novel, a psychological thriller called "Forgive Me, Alex," in December 2011. The sequel, "The Devil's Bane," is under way and due Spring 2013.

You can find out more about me at my website: www.LaneDiamond.com.


ONLINE LINKS:
·         Website: http://www.lanediamond.com/
·         Blog: http://www.lanediamond.com/
·         Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LaneDiamondAuthor
·         Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lane_Diamond
·         Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LaneDiamond


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Welcome to my Review of "Secret Storm" by Amelia James


Book BLURB: “I want to let you in, Jack, but I…. Oh hell, I just want you. I know you’re not what I need, but I don’t care. Take me to bed now and we’ll sort the rest out later.”

The last thing Sara Jensen needs is another risky relationship. She wants Jack, but she’s been hurt too many times to trust him even though he’s more than a friend. Jack won’t trust her, and that hurts more than her ex’s betrayal.

Jack Wheeler wants Sara. His long denied lust burns barely contained. But a dangerous secret comes back to haunt him, a secret so horrible he can’t trust anyone with it, not even the woman he desires more than anything.

For the first time since they met, they’re both available, but the timing couldn't be worse. Sara’s not too eager to trust a man again, and Jack refuses to reveal his secret. Getting involved now is complicated, but Sara and Jack have waited long enough. Neither one of them can control their desires. But there’s a storm approaching, and as hard as she tries, Sara can’t run away from Jack’s past. Jack won’t accept her help, and Sara doesn't know how long she can wait for him to realize he needs her.

MY REVIEW:
Have you ever had the situation where you have the hots for a man and him for you but one of you is always in a relationship with someone else and your timing just sucks?  You have? Then you will totally relate to Sara and Jack and their story will renew your hope that these situations can work themselves out in a very “satisfying way”.  Amelia really knows how to write a smoking hot love scene *squirming in my seat and fanning myself.* I find myself considering the coffee table.
 

This book will take you on a roller coaster ride of missed chances and a secret that causes huge problems! This is everything you want in an erotic novel, an alpha male, a strong heroine, and smexy hot sex scenes. 

Reviewed by Anallee

BIO: Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published.  She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.

She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

ONLINE LINKS:

Amelia James
Trashy's Treasures Blog: http://trashystreasures.wordpress.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/TrashyWriter
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AmeliaJamesAuthor
Google +: https://plus.google.com/u/0/106317629275663311597/posts
Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/trashywriter
Amazon: http://amazon.com/author/ameliajames



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EXCERPT of "Rob Seablue and the Eye of Tantalus"

Welcome to my tour stop of Russell Hasan's "Rob Seablue and the Eye of Tantalus"
A magical curse has been unleashed and Connecticut teen Sorcerer Rob Seablue’s best friend has been seduced by evil magic. To save his best friend—and to save the world from his best friend—Rob will fight magical duels, decipher an ancient riddle, and help sad, depressed teenagers to be happy and self-confident so that the curse can’t destroy them. And he will wage a war against the evil magic all while seeing heavy metal rock shows, going on dates with his girlfriend, doing his homework, and avoiding getting grounded by his father for staying out late! A unique novel at the cutting edge intersection of teen urban fantasy and libertarian/objectivist fiction, this novel can be described as “Atlas Shrugged” meets “Harry Potter.”
Professional review:
"What more could a libertarian novel reader want? . . . The book is ingenious throughout and most ingenious at its end -- ingenious, I might add, without losing plausibility. Actually, the story continually becomes more plausible, as well as more exciting." - Stephen Cox, Editor, Liberty Magazine


EXCERPT


I understand Hugs’s plan now. I see what he’s doing. His plan is to go after the kids who are weak, the ones who suffer, the ones who are outcasts, losers, loners, the ones who are depressed, lonely, uncool, the ones we all laugh at. The kind of teenager who thinks about suicide, the kind that is common, even though we’re trained to believe that people like that are rare, even though they don’t show up among all the pretty, shiny, plastic-wrapped posers. He thinks they are all like him, full of sadness simmering into a desire for revenge, revenge against society, against normalcy, against what people hold holy and sacred, revenge against everything and everyone. He thinks those are the ones most likely to give in, to give up, to let their sadness turn to anger and then to hatred, making them into his pawns. Then, with them at his side, he’ll have his gang, he’ll be the bully, he’ll rule the school… and the world. But he’s counting on me not doing anything. And he’s wrong. I’m not going to let him win. I’m not going to let him and his crazy Eye of Tantalus get one person, no, not even one. And you know why I’ll beat him? Because the kids in my school are good. We’re good kids. Not that we always obey the rules, or get everything right, not that we don’t stumble and fall every once in a while. Not that we don’t try too hard sometimes, or not try hard enough other times. Not that there aren’t some bad seeds. But by and large, we’re just trying to do what’s right, as difficult and confusing as it is to even know what right is. We’re just living our lives, that’s all, and just trying to manage and cope and to be happy. These are my classmates, my friends, my fellow human beings. And they’re innocent. They’ve done nothing to deserve Hugs attacking them, trying to corrupt them and destroy them. Nothing. So I’ll be their guardian angel. I’ll be their superhero. I’ll be that someone, that something, invisible, but there, something they can feel, someone they can rely on. I’ll save them, I’ll rescue them—by showing them that their legs are strong enough for them to stand on and that they don’t need me or him or anyone else to save them. I won’t let Hugs get to them. I won’t let him get to even one of them, not one! Each one of us is just trying to live his or her life, be a good person, and get some satisfaction—and I’ll protect that, I’ll protect them. I’ll prove that being human isn’t weak and stupid, like Hugs thinks, but that humans are good and noble, and that we can be happy, and that we’re not hopeless pathetic little nothings. I’ll prove it to him and then he’ll see, and then I’ll get Hugs back too. The evil magic won’t win. I’ll find a spell capable of defeating and destroying the Eye of Tantalus. And then, with my best friend at my side, I’ll be happy again. If I can. If I’m not too late. If I’m really even strong enough to do this. If I really am a hero. If humans really are good, if we really aren’t ugly nasty horrible things like Hugs believes. And if Hugs doesn’t get to me first….

BIO:
Russell Hasan lives in Connecticut. He is a graduate of Vassar College and the University of Connecticut School of Law, and is a lawyer/novelist/philosopher. He is politically libertarian (socially liberal, economically conservative). He is also a fan of the New York Yankees. More information about him (as well as free short stories) can be found on his website: http://russhasan.blogspot.com.

ONLINE LINKS:
Website  http://russhasan.blogspot.com
Facebook
Twitter  @RussHasan
Goodreads  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15707287-rob-seablue-and-the-eye-of-tantalus
The author’s Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/Russell-Hasan/e/B008BU3OA4

Monday, December 17, 2012

T.G. Ayer "Dead Radiance"

 "That day I knew for sure. I'd lost control of my tears then. They fell in huge, mocking drops. I stared at Joshua through those bitter tears, my heart missing beats as I tried to remember to breathe. I finally knew what the glow meant. I was a freak and Joshua was going to die." Bryn Halbrook had always seen the glow. But it is only when her best friend dies that she discovers the meaning of those beautiful golden auras - Death. Alone, lost in the foster system, she struggles to understand who she is and why she was cursed with the ability to see the soon-to-be-dead. The new foster kid, Aidan, isn't helping any. Mr. Perfect seems to fit in no matter what, making her feel even more pathetic. But when his affections turn to her, Bryn finds him hard to resist. Impossible actually. A mystery himself, Aidan disappears, leaving behind a broken heart and a mysterious book that suggests Bryn might not be entirely human. Bryn stands at the threshold of a journey of discovery. Will destiny help her find herself, find her purpose and her place in a world in which she'd never belonged?

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BIO:  I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Survivor Roundup Review


Red always knew she would have to face the man who nearly destroyed her. She just didn’t figure it would happen so soon . . .

With the plague sweeping across the nation, destroying many and turning others into walking corpses, survivors head West in search of a chosen land, a place designed to keep the infected out, while sealing survivors inside. In theory, the idea seems the only way to keep humanity alive. In practice, it doesn’t matter whether a person is on the inside or the out—there is no humanity.

. . . And even though John Gatherum hunted her down and instigated their reunion, Red’s no longer the passive girl he once manipulated. This time, she has a hidden agenda of her own.

Kill him. Save her family. Save herself.

BIO:

Angela Scott hears voices. Tiny fictional people sit on her shoulders and whisper their stories in her ear. Instead of medicating herself, she decided to pick up a pen, write down everything those voices tell me, and turn it into a book. She's not crazy. She's an author. For the most part, she writes contemporary Young Adult novels. However, through a writing exercise that spiraled out of control, she found herself writing about zombies terrorizing the Wild Wild West--and loving it. Her zombies don't sparkle, and they definitely don't cuddle. At least, she wouldn't suggest it. She lives on the benches of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains with two lovely children, one teenager, and a very patient husband. She graduated from Utah State University with a B.A. degree in English, not because of her love for the written word, but because it was the only major that didn't require math. She can't spell, and grammar is her arch nemesis. But they gave her the degree, and there are no take backs.
ONLINE LINKS:
Stalk me (I like it) at: Blog . Twitter . Facebook . Amazon . Zombie Book Trailer . Desert Rice Book Trailer
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My Review:

In book 1 "Wanted: Dead or Undead" we meet the key characters and learn what the world of the wild west over
run with zombies would be like.Not a pretty site and more challenging to survive than you would imagine.

In Survivor Roundup not only are Red and Trace dealing with the undead but now they have a crazed doctor
rounding people up and trying to make a cure, yikes!!!!

I loved that in this addition we get the native americans involved and they play a prominate roll which I really can't
discuss without giving secrets away.  I can say that Aponi and Kitchi are amazing and I love these new characters.

I can not get the third book fast enough!!!</div>


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Thursday, December 13, 2012

Welcome to our stop of the Candy Cane Kink Blog Hop

Candy Kane Kink
My Giveaway is International and 
Everyone can win!!!
I am giving an E-book copy (PDF or MOBI) of these books in 
exchange for an honest Amazon review.
Its that simple, if you think you would like to read it, I will email you the 
E-book and once you finish it you post your review.

My Email for your request:
vickie@innovativeonlinebooktours.com

Elle Chardou (Mobi or PDF)
 Deirdre Bardot is a PhD student at Harvard and on her way home for Thanksgiving when she finds out her father has been murdered in a vicious hit and run by a drunk driver.


Forced to piece her life together after such a traumatic event, Deirdre moves back to Seattle to be closer to her younger sister, Caitlyn, and their mother.

When her psychiatrist, Dr. van der Meer, suggests she needs to get away from it all and take a vacation, her best friend decides to introduce her to a friend of his who has more or less the same idea. Colin is perfect: he's good looking, self-deprecating and sexy as hell but he also happens to be Dr. van der Meer's son.

Deirdre finds herself falling hard for a guy she barely knows and one who is equally into her as she is into him. They decide a trip to Western Europe together is the perfect way to get to know one another a whole lot better.

Then an unspeakable and random act of violence occurs and Colin realizes he is forced to reveal a secret to Deirdre he has been hiding...a secret that is breaking him, and in doing so to free his conscience, he just might destroy the relationship he has created with Deirdre and lose her forever.

Caris Roane ()

Discover powerful winged vampire warriors, the Guardians of Ascension, and the women they’re sworn to protect! 

Warrior Gideon swore he would never see Elise Jordan again even though they’d been passionate lovers for two years.  Her human nature couldn’t survive in his ascended vampire world; she would be vulnerable to attack on every front if he tried to continue a relationship with her.  But when Elise starts having visions of the future of Gideon’s sister hunted by death vampires, Gideon can no longer ignore that Elise is in her Call to Ascension, her call to become a vampire.  Though determined to keep her at bay, the infamous breh-hedden, an all-consuming vampire bonding ritual, wraps him up tight and demands that he protect Elise.  As he strives to keep her alive during her Rite of Ascension, love threatens to overwhelm his carefully ordered, war-weary world.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Caris Roane "Gates of Rapture" Preview


As a vampire and a warrior, Leto Distra is deadly. But after years of being forced to 
drink dying blood, he is now part beast—a wild savage thing lurking beneath the 
surface. With war on the horizon, Leto is determined to help the Guardians of 
Ascension destroy the enemy who turned him into a monster. 
And there’s only one woman who can help him.

Grace Albion is certain that she’s meant to be with Leto, but their future may be 
cut short by the impending battle. Now Grace must embrace her obsidian flame 
powers—and bind her powers with Leto’s—if they’re ever going to survive.  
With the fate of the world at stake, they must tap into powers they never 
knew they had…and unlock their deepest passions.

Sexy and thrilling, Gates of Raptures is the breathtaking final book in 
Caris Roane's Guardians of Ascension series.



Editorial Reviews:

Praise for the Guardians of Ascension series by Caris Roane… “Caris Roane powers into the paranormal romance genre with a sexy, cool, edgy, romantic fantasy that gleams like the dark wings and lethal allure of her Guardians of Ascension vampires. Prepare to be enthralled!”—New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian 

“Roane’s worldbuilding is complex and intriguing, and in addition to her compelling protagonists, she serves up a slew of secondary characters begging to be explored further. The Guardians of Ascension is a series with epic potential!”—Romantic Times (4 1/2 stars) 

“A super urban romantic fantasy in which the audience will believe in the vampires and the Ascension…fast-paced…thrilling.” —Alternative Worlds 

“A great story with a really different take on vampires. This is one book that is sure to be a hit with readers who love paranormals. Fans of J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series are sure to love this one too.” –Red Roses for Authors Blog

“Ascension is like wandering in a field of a creative and colorful dream. There are many interesting, formidable, terrifying, beautiful and unique images. They surround and envelop you in a story as old as time.” –Barnes and Noble’s Heart to Heart Romance Blog 

“Incredibly creative, Ascension takes readers to another level as you learn about two earths, vampires, ancient warriors, and a new twist on love. I felt like I was on a roller coaster ride, climbing until I hit the very top only to come crashing down at lightning speed. Once you pick this book up, clear off your calendar because you won’t be able to put it down. Best book I have read all year.” –SingleTitles.com 

From the Back Cover 
The great battle has finally arrived, where love will be tested…and a world will be won. 

A BATTLE FOR THE AGES As a vampire and a warrior, Leto Distra is deadly. But after years of being forced to drink dying blood, he is now part beast—a wild savage thing lurking beneath the surface. With war on the horizon, Leto is determined to help the Guardians of Ascension destroy the enemy who turned him into a monster. And there’s only one woman who can help him.

A LOVE FOR ALL TIME Grace Albion is certain that she’s meant to be with Leto, but their future may be cut short by the impending battle. Now Grace must embrace her obsidian flame powers—and bind her powers with Leto’s—if they’re ever going to survive. With the fate of the world at stake, they must tap into powers they never knew they had…and unlock their deepest passions.

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Welcome to Character spot lights of "The Darkening Dream" by Andy Gavin

        The Darkening Dream is the chilling new dark fantasy novel by Andy Gavin, creator of Crash Bandicoot and Jak & Daxter.
         Even as the modern world pushes the supernatural aside in favor of science and steel, the old ways remain. God, demon, monster, and sorcerer alike plot to regain what was theirs.
1913, Salem, Massachusetts - Sarah Engelmann's life is full of friends, books, and avoiding the pressure to choose a husband, until an ominous vision and the haunting call of an otherworldly trumpet shake her. When she stumbles across a gruesome corpse, she fears that her vision was more of a premonition. And when she sees the murdered boy moving through the crowd at an amusement park, Sarah is thrust into a dark battle she does not understand.
        With the help of Alex, a Greek immigrant who knows a startling amount about the undead, Sarah sets out to uncover the truth. Their quest takes them to the factory mills of Salem, on a midnight boat ride to spy on an eerie coastal lair, and back, unexpectedly, to their own homes. What can Alex's elderly, vampire-hunting grandfather and Sarah's own rabbi father tell them? And what do Sarah's continuing visions reveal?
No less than Gabriel's Trumpet, the tool that will announce the End of Days, is at stake, and the forces that have banded to recover it include a 900 year-old vampire, a trio of disgruntled Egyptian gods, and a demon-loving Puritan minister. At the center of this swirling cast is Sarah, who must fight a millennia-old battle against unspeakable forces, knowing the ultimate prize might be herself.

Alex Palaogos: The exotic newcomer

 Alex's life right now is boring, and he knows it. Sure the move to America was exciting: the train ride across Europe followed by the luxurious ten-day party that was the steamer crossing. But after unpacking last May, he settled into a monotonous regimen. He reads, wanders around the yard, rides his horse Bucephalus, or plays chess with tight-lipped Dmitri. In the evening or early morning Grandfather is more likely to be awake, but even when they do talk, the old man is usually distant and distracted. So when he meets Sarah and her friends, the opportunity to talk to people who aren't servants or wheelchair-bound octogenarians is just too good to pass up. Besides, she's a girl, and a smart and beautiful one at that. Hell, if he was bound to a post and forced merely to watch her, he'd count the day well spent. Then they find the body - and common as ordinary evil is, Alex knows better. Grandfather does to. It has to be one of them. One of those things. New world or not, wherever you go things stay the same. The old man insists Alex stay out of it. But standing on the sidelines is no way to impress a girl.

  Sarah Englemann: Our Protagonist

 Sarah thinks of herself as a normal seventeen year-old. Well that's not exactly true, she's pretty sure she's exceptional, but only when it comes to school and books. The rest of it: fitting in, boys, that doesn't come as easy. And she certainly doesn't believe corpses can leave their graves and try to kill you! But the undead can be convincing. Not to mention that she keeps having these horrible visions. The bookish thing, that she gets from her father. And he isn't exactly Joe cool either, even if he is named Joseph. But things are clearer for him. He doesn't have to fit in, he's got his Rabbi cronies from the old world to hang with. But this is 1913, and Sarah's a modern woman. No way she's going to put up with corsets, no vote, and popping out a big brood. Again, none of this takes into account what happens when something really old takes an interest in her. A sorcerer who was ancient when Sarah's people crossed out of Egypt has turned his evil eye her way. And Papa Joseph has his secrets too. Turns out the family wasn't the only thing he brought to Massachusetts from Europe. But he's sure all that is ancient history. However the dead have all the time in the world. The vampire Nasir has been sent to sniff around. And he loves a good hunt. To further complicate things, this is finally the year when Sarah meets that boy.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Welcome to my Review of Just Chemistry by Vera Jax

Logan is powerfully attracted to the woman standing before him in the elevator. Minutes later he discovers that they have at least one thing in common: both work for Blue Dreams Marketing—he in the LA office and she in the Houston branch. And he is Sam’s superior.

Sam is equally attracted to Logan. Not one to let opportunities slip by, she gets him to share a “lunch” where each is the main course. But Sam has worked too hard to jeopardize a career she loves for the sake of sexual chemistry. Everyone knows that sleeping with—let alone dating—a superior is bad business. Worse still is the fact that Logan is being considered for a promotion that may put Sam’s job on the line.

Sam breaks it off with Logan. But he won’t let her go, even after being presented with evidence that Sam is involved in another office affair. In the end corporate intrigue forces Sam and Logan to band together for the sake of their careers. Logan is determined to remain at Sam’s side, but will she let him?


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Logan is so HOT!  Not only is he gorgeous but he is very attentive and protective of Sam, something I find irresistible. Take all that out of the board room and dress it up like a cowboy and YOWZA!!!! 

Sam is my perfect heroine, she is smart, sexy and knows what she wants in bed and isn’t afraid to tell her man what that is.  She can give direction just as well as she can take it.  

Take these two awesome characters and add in an interoffice romance, coworkers climbing over each other to get to the top and a pervert pig of a boss and you have a best seller.


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Vera Jax is a full-time professional in Texas, where she lives with her husband and their children. A sex-positive and body-positive feminist, she loves writing erotica, reading about female sexuality, and celebrating women’s sexual autonomy. Vera does volunteer work with a non-profit that helps women and their families. She believes erotica gives women a safe space where they can explore their fantasies with no shame or judgment and where they can see their desires and urges reflected in a positive light. You can find Vera online at http://www.verajax.com/.

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Room 3 by Jonathan D Allen


Torn away from everyday life and held prisoner in a tiny cabin, Kelli Foster must harden herself to survive torture and isolation. When Carla is introduced to Kelli’s small world, the experiments they are forced to endure take a dark turn. Kelli is forced to choose: Save her own life, or free her new friend? Sacrifice her dreams or sacrifice her love? 

Following a failed escape attempt, Kelli, Carla, and Kelli’s lover Samarta work together to unravel the mystery behind the shadowy group that has kidnapped them all. Their path to freedom lies through mind-bending discoveries and globe-trotting adventures, culminating in a battle between godlike beings that hold Kelli’s fate in their hands.

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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Welcome to the first chapter of Wisteria

Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows.

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.


Wisteria

By

Bisi Leyton

PROLOGUE

Thirteen months after the first official case of Nero Disease

“Wisteria, run!” Rebecca O’Leary screamed over the radio.

Wisteria Kuti whipped around and came face-to-face with the blood-red eyes of a hungry flesh-eating biter. The biter was a man, infected by Nero Disease, who had long lost his mind. He looked more animal than human and he wanted one thing—to feed on the flesh of uninfected people. The biter growled and staggered toward Wisteria.

She fled down the deserted road to the nearest house. The front door was locked. She kicked at the door, but it didn’t open. Taking out her handgun, she smashed through the window of the door.

“Ugh,” more biters growled behind her.

She spun around, fired once, and hit one in the head. She unlocked the door by reaching in and turning the lock. Once inside, she chained and bolted the door.

Crash—a biter smashed through another window into the house.

Wisteria’s heart jumped and she darted up the stairs as fast as she could.

“Get out of the house, Wisteria!” Rebecca radioed.

I’m trying.

A biter grabbed her ankle as she ran. Falling hard on the steps, she wailed in pain. “Ah.” No time to cry, Wisteria. She fired at the biter holding her. One bullet left.

Three more biters appeared below and started coming up the stairs. Leaping up, she sprinted to the top floor and dashed into the first open doorway that led to the master bedroom. Locking the door, she headed straight for the window.

The infected clawed at the door, tearing it apart and snarling as they entered.

Trying to open the window, she found it was stuck and the panes were too small to fit through. She pulled harder—nothing. Then she heard the biters’ cries. They were now in the room with her.

“Just hold on,” Rebecca said over the handheld radio.

Wisteria fired at a biter.

The bullet went through one and hit another—two fell.

She fired again. Click. No bullets. “Wonderful.” She stoned the biter with her useless weapon, but that had no effect.

Noticing a red-handled samurai sword in the corner of the room, she dove for it. Another biter entered the room. She took the sword out of the sheath and pointed it at the approaching biters. The blade trembled in her grip, and then there was a gunshot… two more biters fell.

Thirty-something Lara Kuti stood in the doorway with two handguns trained on Wisteria, which she slowly lowered. “Wisteria, what the hell are you doing here?” the older woman seethed.

“I was cleared to work,” she explained to her mother.

“You’re prepared to die out here?” Her mother glared at Wisteria. “You think we’re playing here? And how the hell did you leave Smythe?”

“Major Coles cleared me.” Wisteria shook her head.

“Coles knew?” Her mother’s eyes thinned at the mention of Coles.

Something moved in the corridor.

Her mother whipped out her handguns and aimed them at the door.

A few seconds later, red-headed Rebecca O’Leary entered. “You’re all right.” She was red-faced and out of breath. “I told you that you would be.”

“You sent her out here alone?” Wisteria’s mother didn’t lower her weapons.

“Mum, it’s Rebecca,” Wisteria said. “I don’t think she’s infected.”

“You almost got her killed.” Her mother ignored Wisteria.

“Lara, the girl’s fine.” Rebecca seemed unfazed. “We almost get killed every day.”

Her mother stomped her way over to the taller woman. “Don’t ever take my fourteen-year-old daughter on one of your boozed up, pathetic patrols again.”

“Whatever, Lara.” Rebecca tried to sound nonchalant, though she did look rattled by Lara’s fierce words.

Turning away, Wisteria cautiously made her way through the quiet house. Bodies of cured biters lay motionless on the ground. Making her way down the stairs, she saw a tall brown haired man at the front door, Lieutenant Andrew McDowell, her mother’s patrol partner.

He shook his head and chuckled when he saw her.

Still without a word, Wisteria walked toward him and out the front door. She felt like such a fool.

“Hell of a first day,” Andrew commented as he followed her. He then unlocked the backdoor of the battered SUV they used for patrols.

“I messed up,” Wisteria replied nervously and slid inside. She felt foolish because her mother had had to rescue her. Wisteria wanted to be a tracker to prove she could take care of herself.

“So, Coles agreed to this, knowing you’re only fourteen?” Andrew frowned and took her firearm from her.

It was partly true—he had agreed, Wisteria thought to herself without answering him. She’d convinced Major Coles that she was sixteen.

CHAPTER ONE

Two years later

“Summertime, boys and girls,” the gravelly voice of Jake, the controller, crackled on the radio that was on the dashboard of the beaten up and much abused SUV.

Sixteen-year-old Wisteria was now assigned to be a tracker on her mother’s team. She reached out to answer the radio from the back seat, but her mother reached it first.

“Jake, you start singing and I’ll boil your face in oil when I get back,” her mother replied.

“Whoa,” Andrew remarked jovially as he adjusted his tranquilizer rifle. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Shh,” her mother snapped back. “We need to focus.”

The three of them were parked in front of Green Heart Pharmacy and they sat in silence.

Wisteria watched through the iron mesh that used to be the rear window. As a tracker, she monitored the number of biters around the Isle of Smythe. The epidemiologists and other scientists on the island told the trackers where to look and tried to predict the biters’ movements. Usually, they were wrong, but the trackers were still able to collect valuable information about the biters and monitor their activity level.

The hope was that one day, perhaps far into the future, people could start living on Norton again. Today, she was tasked with photographing any infected. For some reason, the doctors on the Isle of Smythe needed them. Things were quiet today. They hadn’t seen a soul, living or dead, in Norton.

“Okay, darling, I’ll stop singing if you’ll have dinner with me tonight,” Jake teased.

Wisteria knew Jake said this to wind her mother up and it always worked.

“Give me the damn radio,” her mother demanded from Andrew.

“Jake,” Andrew spoke into the radio as he continued to scan his side of the street. “Lara says she’d love nothing more than to go out with you.” Andrew snickered.

Being on the outside terrified Wisteria and she couldn’t laugh. Their weapons wouldn’t provide enough protection if a lot of biters swarmed. She learned to keep cool, but how Andrew found the levity to joke amazed her. She guessed it was because of his twelve years in the army.

They heard a crash.

“Shh!” Her mother shut off the radio. “The back, Wisteria, watch the back.”

They all crouched lower in the SUV.

Wisteria focused her attention on the area behind them. Her trained gaze steadily centered through the caged rear window. The blood in her body rushed to her head as she braced herself. She double-checked that her rifle and sword were by her side.

There was another crash and a dog ran past.

“A dog,” Andrew muttered.

“Wait,” Wisteria whispered.

A woman emerged from an alley behind the vehicle, dressed in filthy rags, her hair caked with dirt. Limping toward them, with a blank expression and blood-red eyes, her putrid stench filled the air.

No, this wasn’t a woman. It was the flesher of a woman, a biter, and as it moved closer, the hairs on Wisteria’s neck stood on end.

“Wisteria, take the picture,” her mother reminded her. “Hair, nails, eyes, and mouth, those are the pictures you need. Like you’ve done a hundred times.”

“I know,” she whispered back to her mother. Containing her fear, she focused on the approaching biter.

“You’ll be fine,” Andrew calmly encouraged.

Wisteria knew her job, but Andrew’s relaxed tone made her feel even surer of herself. Steadying her camera, she photographed the woman’s features.

“Do you have it?” Her mother started the car. “Andrew, check it.”

“I have it, Mum.” Wisteria tossed him the camera and collected the rifle next to her.

“Don’t even think about it.” Andrew reached for the weapon. “Use the dart gun.”

“The sound of a gun will attract biters from miles away,” her mother lectured.

“I just grabbed the wrong one by mistake,” Wisteria admitted. “I know what I’m doing.” She aimed the rifle and fired it out through the rear window’s iron mesh. Instead of bullets, a cyanide dart shot out, hitting the biter in the head.

The flesher marched defiantly forward, refusing to fall, but then collapsed.

“Right.” Her mother maneuvered the vehicle out of the parking lot. “Focus on the left side, Wisteria. You don’t need to worry about the back, now that we’re moving. I’m checking the mirror.”

Wisteria sighed heavily. She was already watching the left side and didn’t need to be reminded. She began to question her decision to be a tracker for the third time that day.

“We haven’t seen any biters here for six months and now we’ve had two sightings in three days,” she said, oblivious to Wisteria’s frustration. “It could be a problem.”

“Lara, it’s only the second sighting in six months,” Andrew added. “It’s actually a good sign.”

They sped through Norton, moving past empty playgrounds, backyards, and abandoned vehicles. This was once home to fifteen thousand people, but now it was derelict. Only trackers from the Isle of Smythe and the occasional refugees passed through the town—and the biters.

A long drive later, they came to a narrow bridge. At the foot of the bridge was an iron gate, covered in barbed wire.

Andrew radioed to Jake and less than a minute later, the gate opened. They drove across a barbed wire bridge while under the hardened gaze of armed guards.

Suddenly, Wisteria felt safe.

At the end of the bridge was a massive wall. Squinting, she could make out several soldiers on top, watching them with their weapons trained on them. After waiting for several minutes, the gigantic gates of the inner wall opened and revealed a dingy, granite mining town that was the Isle of Smythe.

They drove past the rows of run-down houses, navigating over potholes. The so-called road was lined with the skeletons of rusted cars.

Even before Nero, the Isle of Smythe was this way, according to Rebecca, who had lived on the island for fifteen years. She said, Smythe was a dump then and was even a bigger dump now.

As usual, there were very few people outside. Wisteria counted four.

They parked at the front of an old bank. This was the trackers’ station where most of their ammunition and supplies were stored. The entire structure was now covered in sheets of metal and a fence was erected around the parking lot.

“You need to try and not get so tense out there,” Andrew advised as Wisteria got out of the SUV. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Andrew, I was calm.” She looked over at her mother, hoping she wasn’t listening, but her mother was already gone, probably updating someone about the trip. “The gun thing was a stupid mistake.”

“We’re lucky there wasn’t a swarm.”

“I’ll work on it.” She started to leave.

“Wait,” Andrew called. “You did good though.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered.

On every trip over the last months, something always went wrong.

“Seriously, you’re better at this than most.” He smiled down at her. “No one got hurt. That’s a success to me.”

Andrew was such a nice guy. If she’d been a lot older and if he wasn’t Major Elliot Coles’s only friend, she might’ve stood a chance with him. “I’ve got homework and you’ve got a debriefing with Major Coles.” At his smile and friendly encouragement, she suddenly became self-conscious. Turning away, she strolled out of the gate and made her way along the muddy road. She jumped around the massive potholes that were now filled with black water from the morning rain.

“Watch where you’re going,” Keith Wicks, her neighbor, yelled as she nearly ran into a sheep. The older man was crossing with a small flock of them.

“Sorry, Mr. Wicks,” Wisteria replied.

“Bloody refugees,” he muttered as he moved along.

Wisteria wasn’t originally from the Isle of Smythe. She was one of about seven hundred refugees who arrived here in the last three years to escape the biters. Some of Smythe’s locals resented the migrants, but most were just glad to be alive.

* * * * *

The next morning was a school day. Like all the under-eighteens in Smythe, she had to be in class. At nine o’clock, Wisteria was on her window seat in the crammed classroom. The school was just an ordinary house used as a school. The old schools were in Norton and now only the biters hung out there.

This meant the younger students and pupils were crammed into this makeshift building. It was like most of the buildings—in desperate need of repair. Several of the windows were broken and replaced by wooden panels. Many of the ceiling panels were missing. There were even holes in the roof and the walls. Handwritten graffiti covered the walls, and even after several attempts to scrub it off, it still remained. The room needed to be repainted, but that was a luxury.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I need you to quiet down. As part of your reward for all your hard work, I’m giving you a test,” Mr. Silas Cheung, the mathematics teacher, announced to the year eleven class. He scribbled the test over the black square on the wall, which served as their blackboard.

“Mr. Cheung, what’s the point of taking the stupid test? No one cares!” Steven Hindle yelled. “It’s not like I need it to get a job.”

Some students laughed.

“Steven, if you want to leave by all means, get out of my class.” Apparently annoyed, Mr. Cheung pointed to the door.

The boy hesitated.

“Are you afraid?” The teacher asked.

The younger man got to his feet, glanced over at Wisteria, and then winked at her.

She quickly looked away from his hypnotic blue eyes.

“Does anyone else want to join Mr. Hindle on his crusade?” the man asked the class.

No one said a word.

Wisteria wanted to leave with him. Maybe they would be able to spend time together, and then he would tell her how beautiful she was. She laughed at her foolishness, because she couldn’t compare to Steven’s girlfriend, Hailey Davenport. Hailey was simply beautiful. She glanced at Hailey and her friends—Karen, Melissa and Yvette—as they sat together at the back of the class.

Hailey’s light gray eyes shot from Steven over to Wisteria and her pretty face briefly reflected a frown.

Wisteria on the other hand was short, shapely, and dark with black hair and very dark eyes.

“Hindle, what are you waiting for? Get out of my class,” Mr. Cheung repeated.

“You can’t talk to us like that,” Gareth Hubbard, Steven’s best friend, piped in.

“Really, Gareth?” the man asked.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t.” Steven continued his defiance.

Cheung walked up to Steven and stopped when he was about a foot away. Though man was shorter than Steven, but he didn’t look intimidated. This was unusual, because Steven’s father, Tom Hindle, was one of the senior scientists in the town.

His father ran the quarantine center and was part of a group still trying to find a cure. He was also on the leadership council and this made Steven as untouchable as any student could be. Most teachers treated him and other children of the island’s leadership with kid gloves. They could get away with anything expect missing school; not even Steven could do that.

The number two rule in the Isle of Smythe was to earn their keep. This meant everyone had a job and one of their jobs was to go to school. The number one rule was to follow the rules. Break the rules and you’d be leaving the Isle of Smythe. They all had seen what had happened to the Nelsons. No one wanted to face a life outside.

“Mr. Cheung, those biters don’t scare me,” Steven boasted.

“Hindle, have you ever seen the infected?” The teacher raised a brow in disbelief.

Steven’s rebellion was futile, but it endeared him to his classmates and to her. He was a native of the town and not a refugee. Some locals never went outside since the Nero outbreak. In her heart, Wisteria knew he’d be less pompous if he understood what the outside really looked like.

“Give me a shotgun and I’ll be fine,” Steven continued to brag.

A couple of the students cheered.

In the days following the outbreak, Wisteria, her mother, and her brother travelled from Dover to Norton. On a normal day, the journey took an hour and a half, but it took them over three months to make it through. Those were the dark days. She shuddered at the memory of those days and nights of continual screaming by people she knew who were turning into biters or being dragged away at night. Going to school was like going on vacation for her when they first arrived, but that was before she’d met Hailey.

Now, she was stuck here. In her heart she wanted to believe that she wasn’t going to be in the Isle of Smythe forever. One day, all this madness would blow over and she would be able to return to Lagos…to her real life. This was why she needed to be a tracker; it was a job that taught her how to take care of herself on the outside, ensuring that when the family was ready to leave, she’d survive.

Steven slammed his book on the table and dropped into his seat.

Victorious, Mr. Cheung smirked and returned to the blackboard.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere,” Steven whispered to her.

Gareth chuckled.

Wisteria ignored them both. They weren’t actually her friends. Most days, she didn’t operate in the same universe as Steven or Gareth.

“Steven, I gave you a chance to leave my class. That offer’s still open.” Cheung fumed. “Wisteria, do you want to join him?”

“She wants you to kick her out of the class with Steven,” Yvette said with a slight French accent.

Several students laughed.

“Make all her dreams come true,” Melissa Abner added with a snort.

“Come on Karen, she’s not that desperate,” Hailey responded sympathetically.

The rest of the class, including Steven, erupted into laughter. In the two and a half years that she’d lived in Smythe, her crush on Steven was a never-ending source of ridicule. Trying to ignore them, she focused her attention on her notebook and scribbled the words, Colista-Bren-Navida-Dor-Elson over and over. She didn’t know what the words meant, but they gave her comfort.

* * * * *

Eighteen-year-old Bach looked down from the penthouse balcony of the once-bustling Hunter Tower in Central London. Thirty-one floors below, several of the infected Terrans, or humans, as they preferred to be called, moved through the streets. Why the Terrans created such a sickness astonished Bach. Eighty percent of the population was infected or dead. The infected were now turning on the few who managed to escape the infection.

Bach’s people, the Family, looked similar to the Terrans. The similarities were only superficial. He considered the Terrans to be even worse than the infected. But in a way, he was glad he was here.

It was expected that before any male of the Family turned nineteen, they must complete the Great Walk, a thousand day experience away from their home. Granted, Bach did not have to leave his home realm to go to the human’s realm. He could’ve gone to one that didn’t require journeying across the different plains of existence, but he’d come to Terra because he wanted to see this world die. He’d had a horrendous experience with Terrans as a child, around the time his mother died. Now, over a year after arriving into the center of the madness, Bach was tired and bored. He thought the Terrans would be gone by now, but a few of them still held on.

“How many?” Enric, his friend asked, as he joined him.

“Seventy-three. Why?”

“I meant, how many days have we been on the Great Walk. How much longer until we are declared men?”

“Six hundred and fifty-nine days gone.”

“Almost one for each spot on your arm.” He flicked Bach’s arm.

“My shana are not spots.” Bach remarked.

“Yes, I know. They are birthmarks that move,” Enric recited.

Bach had a trail of black marks that ran from his shoulder down past his elbows and disappeared somewhere on his forearms. This was something he and his brothers inherited from their mother. “They do not move,” Bach corrected him.

“They disappear and reappear, when you are in love,” Enric mocked. “I cannot believe we have been here less than a thousand days.”

“Are you starting to regret that you have done this with me?”

“I chose to come on your Great Walk with you, Bach. I could have sailed the Jade Ocean or gone into the Moon Desert, but I came to Terra as your friend. The same way my father came with yours.” Enric leaned over the banister. “I am past regretting this. So, anyone down there I can use? I need a new Thayn.”

“No, they are all infected.”

“Are you sure?” Enric peered over the edge. “Not even one you can renew for me?”

“Why do you need another Thayn?” Bach wasn’t happy that Enric had even one. “What is wrong with the one you have?”

“Piper,” Enric scoffed and climbed up on the railing next to Bach. “You know how she is.”

Enric’s Terran, Piper, was unstable to say the least. He renewed her shortly after they arrived; she was his first Thayn. Unfortunately, she didn’t turn out right as he’d done it without having the necessary knowledge. He wouldn’t receive the knowledge until he ascended to the Ino caste after the Great Walk.

Bach, on the other hand, was born into the Ino caste, so was taught from an early age how to turn free-minded Terrans into devoted Thayns. “She is the way you made her.”

“The way I made her? If you had renewed her when I asked, then she would be fine and I would not have needed another.”

“Enric, I do not want Terrans around me,” Bach said angrily.

“No, she would effectively be my Thayn, once you have directed her to serve me,” Enric said.

“I do not want Terrans around me,” Bach repeated.

“Enric, leave Bach alone,” Felip, Bach’s steward interjected as he came into the balcony. “Everyone in the Family knows Bach is allergic to Terrans.”

“I am sick of this, Bach. Piper has been here for months and you appear fine,” Enric retorted.

“She is your Thayn. I do not have any need for her.”

Bach rarely saw Piper. Enric had the sense to keep her away from him.

“You have Felip.” Enric pointed at the steward. “He is practically Terran.”

“He is only part Terran and completely one of us.” Bach rubbed his temples in frustration.

No one spoke about Felip’s mixed heritage. Enric found out during the long walk because Felip required a greater amount of obsidian coral for the journey. Enric initial reaction had been revulsion, but over the last four hundred days, it had improved to irritation.

The steward’s ancestry was an embarrassment to the Family and especially Bach’s Pillar, the Third Pillar. Bach understood that firsthand, as Felip and he were cousins. Bach’s father, the Sen of the Third Pillar, often referred to Felip as the “great mistake.”

Bach didn’t know how much Terran was in Felip, but he looked like the rest of the Family, except for his eyes. They weren’t pure green as was the case with the rest of the Family. His green eyes had brown speckles, something his Terran ancestor left with him.

“Only the Family can take the Great Walk. Felip would not even be here if he was not one of us,” Bach continued.

That wasn’t entirely true. Bach saw no Terran in Felip and treated him like the Family. Only when Felip completed the Great Walk would he be considered Family in every sense and by everyone. And no one would call Felip a mongrel.

“Do not concern yourself with me.” Felip laughed, unscathed by Enric’s insults. “I know who I am. I also know Enric’s tetchy because he is having difficulty controlling Piper today. He’ll be fine in a few days.”

Bach was amazed that Felip was so relaxed. He would’ve thrown Enric off the side of the building if he’d said that to him. A fall off the Hunter Tower wouldn’t hurt Enric, but it would get his annoying friend out of his face, at least for the moment.

“Piper might be the last Terran we see for months,” Felip replied.

“This is going to be a very dull walk. I do not see why they believe this will convert you into a man.” Enric groaned.

“The Seven have their reasons,” Felip stated. “But that is not why I am here. Enric, can you leave us, please?”

“Bach, you sent Felip with a message to the Sen. I would like to hear what happened,” Enric said. “And any other news from home.”

Only the Steward was allowed to journey to the home world during the Great Walk. “Enric, when Bach and I are done, I will tell you whatever you need to know.”

“You decide what I need to know?” Enric glared.

“No, I will,” Bach retorted.

Enric nodded and walked out without a word.

“How is he?” Bach watched the glass door close behind Enric.

“Your father is very well. He is getting used to his new wife,” Felip replied. “There is nothing really to say about home.”

“So, why did you ask Enric to leave?”

“Because, I know how much it infuriates him.” Felip smirked as he walked back and forth on the railing.

“You need to be careful that Enric does not break your arms.” Bach laughed.

“He might be strong, but I am smarter.” Felip slumped, but Bach caught him before he fell over the side.

He dragged Felip back to the safety of the Penthouse and set his friend down on the ground. “What is wrong?”

“The obsidian coral I used for the journey home was cracked.” Felip attempted to get up. “I forgot to check it before I left.”

“You went in through the threshold without it? You could have died.”

The Family used portals, called thresholds, to travel to their realm. Journeying through thresholds drained every one of their essences. The only way to make it through safely was by carrying a certain amount of obsidian coral. Travelling without it promised a painful and prolonged death.

“I thought I would be fine,” Felip slurred.

“You should not have provoked Enric so soon after your journey home,” Bach reprimanded. “You should save your energy.”

“I had to. It is too easy.”

“Felip…”

“I will be fine in a few days after I have regenerated.”

Bach was not comfortable with his answer. His friend looked pale, but he was right. He needed to regenerate. “Felip, this conversation is over. Please go and get some rest.” He ushered his friend into the penthouse..



BIO:
Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.
She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.

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