Thursday, September 17, 2015

Schism by RS McCoy

Title: Schism
Author: RS McCoy
Series: Sparks Saga #3
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Release Date: September 14, 2015
Summary:
“Keeping them alive was harder than I ever thought possible.” 


The devoted lover and proud father Lark is on the verge of losing it all. His abilities are slowly fading without reason and his enemies are looming ever closer. He has mere days to prepare for war and earn the allegiance of the Nakben tribes, none of which are eager to fight for a foreign queen. 


With his life and family hanging in the balance, Lark enters enemy territory, but he doesn’t realize just how weak he’s become.


Schism #3
Keeping them safe was harder than I ever thought possible. After all, Khea and I were two of the most powerful people to grace the planet in generations. Like anyone else, we also had our limits.

But today wasn’t the day to worry about that. Regardless of the enemy only a day’s voyage from the coast, eagerly awaiting our deaths, there was something we needed to do first.

Though Khea didn’t know it yet.

“Don’t go in too far,” I warned her, still nervous of that power she held over me. Despite all my growth, despite all the gifts I’d earned, she still had more.

My stunning Khea, queen of Nakbe and mother to our strong son, sat on the edge of the massive bed and nodded. In the hours since my return and the birth of our son, I’d kept the ring on for the most part. I still didn’t trust myself to keep the darkness at bay, to keep her safe from the looming anger I couldn’t seem to quell. If anything, I’d only become better at hiding it.

Sun streamed through the long velvet curtains where the wind toyed with its edges. While I would have liked to think the slight breeze the mere effect of the morning heat on the island, I knew better. If nothing else, Khea was a Puffer with a talent for wind that bordered on the unnatural. She was just too damn good at it.

Today, that little breeze was an easy sign of her nerves, of her fear I would recede into the darkness again. I was all too aware of how long I would have to pay for my absence. “I have a surprise for you, that’s all,” I told her, hoping to calm her fears but still knowing she wouldn’t quite believe me.

Kneeling before her, my hands gently stroking the smooth skin of her thighs until they contacted the pale blue wrap across her hips, I kissed our son’s head where he lay in her arms. “After today, I don’t have to put it back on. You just have to stay where it’s safe.”

If she could heed to the boundary between control and darkness, this just might work.

Sparks #1
I ran over to her as soon as I saw her, but the blank expression she wore made it clear she wasn’t all that pleased to see me. It had been months, and I'd almost thought she'd gone home, or hadn't had a bright enough spark after all. I could have jumped and yelled from excitement to see her.

“Khea?”

“Lark, have you met my mentor Mathias?” She turned to look at a middle aged man who stood behind her. I couldn’t get a read on either one, though it was hard to tell in the commotion of the training area. He wore the gray coverings that all mentors wore, and despite the age on his face, his golden hair matched the yellow pendant about his neck; which itself was inlaid with a black stone spider.

“Where have you been all this time?”

“Training, of course. Haven’t you?”

“Well, yes, but—Why haven’t I seen you?”

“Mathias is responsible for all my lessons.” She was cold and dismissive, almost as if I bothered her. I couldn’t believe it. Why is she being so weird? I only wanted to make sure she was safe, that she was taken care of. What happened?

With a wave of dismissal she walked past me to challenge Parvani and I was sure my mouth dropped to the ground. Does she have any idea what she’s doing?

“Is she crazy?” Micha asked. He seemed more worried for her mental faculties than her general well-being, though I couldn’t disagree.

They stood and faced each other as Sinha commenced the fight. Khea was at least a full foot shorter than Parvani and looked like she could be her toy. I didn’t imagine Parvani was going to let her down easy.

In a moment of what must have been suicidal desire, Khea lunged, blocked a punch, and landed her fist square on Parvani’s cheek before the larger girl dropped onto her back on the ground. It was the most impressive display I had ever seen. Once she knew what she was up against, Parvani put in real effort to fight, and for a while, it seemed as if they were evenly matched. The final blow came when Khea grabbed Parvani's wrist, spun around her, and forced her to the ground. “Yield,” Parvani let out, defeated.

Without a word to me or Micha, Khea walked back to Mathias and he led her away. It was all I could think about the rest of the day, and into the next morning. What happened to Khea? Where has she been all this time and why is she so distant now? And since when was she some sort of combat master?

The next day Khea returned alone and challenged Shaz, a move that made me feel that Micha might have been right. Unlike Parvani, Shaz only lasted a measly few minutes before the pain in his leg prompted a yield. That time I was able to catch her before she left.

“Hey, Khea. What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not allowed to.”

“You’re not allowed to? Says who? That Mathias guy?” It seemed outlandish that anyone should be prevented from seeing me, particularly Khea.

She nodded before she replied, “I’m not supposed to talk to you. Please leave me alone.” Right then a boulder fell from the sky and crushed me. I just wanted to make sure she was alright. Why would someone prevent that? What made it worse was that she went along with it. She hadn’t fought against it or refused to follow his rules. My insides ached in a new kind of pain.

She began to walk away, but she turned around suddenly and leaned in close. “Meet me at the gardens after dinner,” she whispered. A wide smile pressed into my cheeks; my friend was in there somewhere. Mathias may have convinced her to follow him publicly, but somewhere and in some small part, she was still my friend.

Spirits #3
“Lark—” Khea’s hand stroked my sweat-covered chest like she did on so many nights. My eyes fluttered open to find nothing but more darkness. After a moment, I could make out the faint hint of moonlight around the edges of the thick velvet covering the east windows.

“You had a nightmare again,” she added, as if I didn’t know. In fact, there was no denying they were getting worse. It had been at least a month since a night when I was free of the torment. Beside the haunting visions, my Spark gave me greater insight to the events, offering the pain as Micha felt it, the fear of death and leaving Isuet alone which he experienced in his final moments. My chest still burned from the heat of his blood even as Khea’s hand moved back and forth to calm me.

The familiar shame crept up into my cheeks. I missed Micha. I loved him as my lost friend, but it didn’t make it any easier to endure the night terrors or admit how lost I had become. And I hated to show how much his death affected me in front of Khea.

A man should be strong. A man should protect his wife. Even without the Affinity to keep us bound together, I felt the strong urge to protect her courtesy of the trace of my mother’s Spark which lived within me. Technically, we weren’t really married and, according to Nakben law, we never would be. Even with a child in our future, the queen could never take a husband—though that hardly changed the reality of our relationship.

The only defense against my disgrace was the thin band of copper I wore on my left hand. Khea had charmed my father’s ring with a hawk’s image to keep out Readers, but I doubted my recent use was what she had in mind. It was quite clear she hated it.

I moved my arm to wipe the beaded moisture from my brow and attempted to roll away from her. My love for Khea was eternal and transcending, but I didn’t want her to see me at my weakest. Despite the rise of my shoulder off the feathered bed, a small yet strong hand pushed me back down.

“You can’t avoid this, Lark. Talk to me.” The wall sconces burned with light that hadn’t been there a moment before, the sudden flames a clear sign of her resentment at being pushed away. The light illuminated the black band of tattoos wrapped around her upper arm, a repeating pattern of iconic suns representing the queen she had killed to save our lives and earn her title. Not only was it a horrific reminder of that night our friends were murdered, but it was also a barbaric and permanent mutilation of an otherwise perfectly beautiful young woman.



Sparks #1
Summary:
“Everyone in the world has a Spark, a light inside that guides them, keeps them alive.” 

Starting school is supposed to be a fun and exciting time for any new student. But for Lark, a skilled archer and fledgling mind-reader, it’s a creative form of torture. Locked in rooms and hallways with both friends and enemies, bombarded by the thoughts and feelings of his peers, Lark is a prisoner. 

On a quest to master his Spark, Lark’s mentor–his one ally–is anything but helpful. What Lark fails to realize is the value of his rare ability, and just how far some are willing to go to have control of him.







Spirits #2
Summary:
"Loving her was easier when I thought we were going to die." 

With a new home on an island that prizes human sacrifice, Lark finds that reading minds is not enough. As he battles the tragedies that haunt him, his queen insists on the continuation of the violent practice, and he is powerless against her unrivaled Spark and uncompromising authority.

In order to stop her, Lark needs to learn the secrets of the spirits of the world. Only there isn’t much time. War looms just over the horizon.






Author Bio:
RS McCoy didn't ever plan on being a writer. With a career teaching high school science, writing is the last thing she expected. But life never goes the way you think it will. While battling cancer, she picked up her laptop and let the words flow out. One year later, her first published fantasy novel was released on Amazon followed by her second novel six months later. She is a wife, mother of two, a scientist, baker, gardener, and life-long science fiction and fantasy addict.



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Girl Wife Prisoner by Hanna Peach

Title: Girl Wife Prisoner
Author: Hanna Peach
Series: A Good Wife #1
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: September 19,2015
Summary:
How far would you go to set yourself free?

Drake Blackwell is successful, controlling, and hiding a violent family past. He just made his latest investment: Noriko.

Imported from Japan and wed to a stranger, Noriko struggles to stick to the rules of a Good Wife. Drake can’t seem to love her, not the way she wants to be loved. She dreams of freedom beyond the gates of Blackwell Manor.

She meets Keir, a passionate young gardener who shares her desire to break free. He gets under her skin and ignites a fire in her she can’t ignore. In the midst of her quiet desperation she thinks she has found happiness. And a glimpse of hope.

But this affair can’t last…can it?

There is a darkness lingering, but not how you’d expect. There are monsters, but not as you usually know them. The truth is, in this story, no one is completely innocent. And it’s always darkest before the dawn.

Although part of a series, this is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger.
WARNING: For ages 18+. There are scenes in this novel that infer or allude to physical violence. 


     “Noriko,” he said, and I recognized the deep voice from when I heard it downstairs.
     “Mr. Blackwell,” I said as I bowed my head.
     “Please, call me Drake. Are they all treating you well?”
     “Very well.”
     “Good. Very good. Do you like it here?”
     “I do, sir.”
     “Noriko, you’re my wife. Call me Drake.”
     “Yes, sir, I mean, Drake.” I added in a whisper, “Sir.”
     “Come closer.”
     I took tentative steps towards him and stopped a few meters away. He wore a dark polo shirt tucked into black pants. He had showered before he came here, his hair still slightly damp. I smelled his soap and that spicy aftershave I recognized from his bathroom.
     In two strides he was right up before me. He was almost a head taller than me even in heels. There was something about him, a menacing energy, which made me want to run. I had to force myself not to back away.
     He eyed me all over. “You’re even more beautiful in real life.”
     “Thank you.”
     His finger came up to graze my cheek. He traced it down my neck and along my shoulders, then brushed off the strap of my dress. I was waiting for the burning, throbbing sensation to begin, the sensation that I got around Keir, but I only felt the jangle of my nerves. Drake traced along my collarbone before pushing the other strap off from my shoulder.
     “Turn around,” he ordered.
     I did so carefully, so as not to tumble from my heels and make a fool of myself in my first meeting with my husband. He moved the hair from my back and draped it over one shoulder. His fingers traced my shoulder blades before finding the top of my dress.
     I closed my eyes as the sound of my zipper ripping open filled my ears. My dress dropped off me in a heavy flutter.
     He undid my black lacy strapless bra and pulled it from me. The cool air hit my nipples and they hardened. I repressed a whimper as his fingers tucked into the lace of my panties and scraped down my sides. The last scrap of my clothing, my last shield, fell limp around my ankles like a thin coil of rope.



Q. What kinds of readers would be drawn to Girl Wife Prisoner?
A. Readers who enjoy forbidden romance and are looking for something a little dark and a little different.

Q. You have a novella from Keir’s perspective coming out the same day as Girl Wife Prisoner. Any chance of a novella from Drake’s perspective?
A. It has been on my mind. But it depends on how much my readers want it and how loudly they yell at me! I have a slew of other stories competing for my attention…

Q. Like?
A. I’m editing my next project, a psychological thriller/love story called Paper Dolls, a story about one woman torn between her sister and her new boyfriend, both of whom have conflicting stories about the other. The question is, who’s telling the truth? And I’m also planning the outline for A Wild & Terrible Love (A Good Wife #2), a tale of wild love and revenge.

Q. What other books have you written?
A. I have published an erotic suspense duet called Bound - Bound by Lies (#1), and Bound Forever (#2). I also have a five book fantasy series called Dark Angel (Angelfire, Angelstone, Angelsong, Angelblood, Angeldust) out.

Q. List three things you can’t live without.
A. The Love of my Life, my laptop (to write) and coffee.

Author Bio:
Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can't write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things and choose love above everything.

Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland - everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She's planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.

To WIN a copy of her next release go to www.hannapeach.com.


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My Beautiful Nightmare by Alisha Cole

Title: My Beautiful Nightmare
Author: Alisha Cole
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 9, 2015
Summary:
☆☆☆ Due to graphic nature 18+ ☆☆☆

Laney Harper is a talented pianist who chooses to follow her dreams rather than follow her parents’ wishes of attending law school. Making that decision has sparked a rebellion in her that continues when she heads off to college. While there, she meets and falls for Jake Thomas, local rock star.

Five years later, Laney comes back to her rocker boyfriend, but what’s waiting for her is not what she expected. Finally standing up for herself may be the worst mistake she has ever made, leading to some seriously dangerous consequences.

The horror she endured sends her to therapist James Hardy, a man that can make her forget about her demons while hiding his own.

They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, but when the problem is buried deep down and the world seems like it’s against you, what do you do?

As Laney struggles to get her life back on track, a chain of events is set off and she realizes she has walked into a beautiful nightmare…



Author Bio:
Alisha Cole Author & Model 25 years old. A mother to twin 8 year old boys. One has autism and I proudly support the awareness for all autistic people. Got engaged last year to my amazing fiancĂ© of 5 years. I love reading almost anything. I have always wanted to write but never had the courage to do it until my two favorite  authors said go for it!  I am going to start with a dark romance serial series called Beautiful Nothing Series. My first book My Beautiful  Nightmare is set to release Sept. 9th.

I am also a cover model and have been on 3 book covers thus far. I am completely random most the time, Love anything that has to do with supernatural, Thor, Hello Kitty and kidnappings..did I mention random?










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Guinevere: On the Eve of Legend by Cheryl Carpinello

Title: Guinevere: On the Eve of a Legend
Author: Cheryl Carpinello
Series: Guinevere trilogy-A Quest Book #1
Genre: Middle Grade Arthurian Legend
Release Date: April 2009
Publisher: Beyond Today Educator
Cover Design: Kaytalin Platt, Rita Toews at Your Book Covers
Summary:
Finalist Pre-Teen Literature: Dan Poynter's 2011 Global Ebook Awards.

At the dawn of Camelot, one young girl is about to take her place beside the greatest king in England's history.

She is a mere child of twelve. But in these medieval days, this is the age when childish things must be put away and greater responsibilities accepted--all in preparation for a betrothal of marriage. For young Lady Guinevere, on the advent of her thirteenth Birth Day, the whole idea is quite unbearable. After all, what could be better than spending her youth playing with her best friend Cedwyn, roaming the grounds around the castle looking for mythical creatures or hunting rabbits? However, the wizard Merlyn--her teacher and friend--knows that destiny has a way of catching up with a person. His arrival sets in motion a series of events that will lead Guinevere to her destiny whether she is ready for it or not.


“Why have we run away from home?”

“My Father the King and apparently Merlyn have decided that I am to marry King Arthur in two years and become his Queen. I’ll have to leave the castle, my home, you, and everything I’ve grown up with,” she added, not realizing that Cedwyn was staring at her with his mouth wide open.

“He even promised Grandfather’s round table to King Arthur. All without asking!” She finished, sure that she had stated her point clearly. Her eyes strayed to the hand that Arthur had kissed. Quickly she averted them.

“Are you sure they said King Arthur?”

“Oh yes! I’m sure.”

“That’s fantastic! He’s gonna be a great king! He’s gonna bring all of England together. I heard some of the knights talking about him last night. They said that he is the bravest and best warrior they have ever seen. And the smartest!” He looked at Guinevere and shook his head. “And you are gonna be his Queen!” Disbelief washed over him. “I wish someone would make a decision like that for me!”

“Really? Then you can marry King Arthur!” she said, standing up and stamping her foot. Then she turned and stomped up the rise.

Author Bio:
I am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.


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