Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Drain Me by Lana Sky


Drain Me
Ellie Gray Chronicles
Book 1
Lana Sky
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication:  November 28th 2014
ISBN:  150275438X
Number of pages:  550
Word Count: 38k
Cover Artist:  Imogenary Designs

Book Description: 

When diagnosed with a fatal illness at the age of twenty six, Eleanor Gray is resigned to her fate—at least until the enigmatic Dublin Helos appears and makes her an offer she knows she should refuse:

Life or Death?

With a decision as harmless as checking the wrong box on a mysterious questionnaire, Ellie is plunged into a dangerous world where souls are sold to the highest bidder and pleasure is fueled by pain.

The rules of this new life are simple: submit everything—mind, body and soul. But the further Ellie falls under Dublin’s control, the more she comes to realize that it’s not just her sanity at stake, but her heart and a whole lot of blood too.

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The fact that he knew my name didn’t alarm me.

My family owned half the city, including a good portion of this very hospital. Considering that my
sister’s escapades were constant fodder for the tabloids, I would have been more insulted if he didn’t know who I was.

But once again …it was that look in his eyes. It chilled me right down to the bone; I know you, Eleanor Gray, it said. Way more than just a face from the Society Pages.

Before I could choke out a reply, he smiled—for real this time—and my poor brain struggled to find the right words to describe it. Dazzling. Magnificent ...

The flash of pearly white teeth nearly knocked me senseless. I lost my grip on the handkerchief for a split second, sparking the taste of copper over my tongue. 

“Word travels fast around here,” he said, voice traveling down my spine.

I felt my nose wrinkle as I frowned. Apparently news of my terminal illness had spread before I’d even left the damn hospital. How long before my picture ended up splattered over the front of some tabloid beneath the headline, Heiress given weeks to live?

I didn’t answer. Instead, I willed my nose to stop bleeding, though I had a feeling that I was quickly becoming in danger of needing transfusion number four.

I felt so dizzy all of a sudden. As if, at any moment, I could pass out. Faint.

“What do you see?”


The question threw me off and had me turning to face him before I could help it. Wordlessly, he inclined his head and my eyes automatically followed.

The hall we were in opened onto a causeway, where patients and visitors alike wandered the pristine floor.

The sight reminded me of a hotel—albeit minus the IV poles some people sported instead of suitcases. The air was the same: that busy, ‘places to go, people to see, get the hell out of my way’ vibe that made everyone seem closed off, further away.

Without meaning to, I found my gaze settling over a young girl who had her head wrapped in a polka dot headscarf. Beside her, a man I guessed to be her father pushed an IV pole that rattled over the floor.

She was almost as pale as I was, with dark, bruise-like circles underneath her eyes—but that wasn’t what stood out to me the most.

She was smiling. Walking, talking and …smiling. Despite the obvious physical signs, if you went off that expression alone, you would have never guessed she was sick at all. My gaze remained glued to her, even as the mysterious doctor spoke up again.

“Mortality,” he said grimly. “It’s the most precious commodity in the world, don’t you agree?”

I nodded. I may have not been that invested in my own life, but I could read the fervent desire on all the other faces—from the new mother carrying her infant in a car seat, to the elderly man clutching a newspaper to his chest.

The lust to live was always the same.

“There are some who would do anything for another chance at life, for more time.”

He spoke so matter-of-factly that it wasn’t until my mind processed what he was really saying that his morbid tone struck me like a blow. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sounded like I was under water.  My nose was still dripping. Even the pressure of my hand wasn’t enough to staunch the blood flow. 

“You wouldn’t,” Mr. Gray Eyes said with a shrug. “Immortality doesn’t interest you, does it, Eleanor?”

Alarm raced down my spine—no longer was I convinced that this was just a random chat with a stranger. It was all in his tone.

“I have to go.”  I clutched the now bloody handkerchief and tried to stand. My legs felt as flaccid as limp noodles. Sweat poured down the back of my neck, and the erratic beat of my heart quickened and then faltered. Thump, thump, th-ump.

“You’re not afraid of death,” the man—though I was now seriously doubting that he was a doctor—continued. “You welcome it; or so you tell yourself. But, I’m here to offer you a choice—”

“I think …I need a real doctor.”

I was through humoring him. Without bothering to be polite, I attempted to stagger in the direction of the activity, grasping onto anything to steady me. My hands were slippery and my once-burgundy peacoat was now soaked scarlet. 

Hemohemorrahgia kept haunting me in Doctor Wallis’ curt tones. 90% fatality!

“Mortality can be a hindrance of sorts.”

The man was still talking, only I had no idea just what he was getting at. More importantly, why hadn’t he gotten a doctor or flagged down a nurse? I clung to the wall and scanned the crowd of blurring faces, desperate to catch sight of another white lab coat.

“I think I …need …help.”

It took all my strength just to get the words out. And he only ignored me.

“I’m here to offer you a choice, Eleanor: accept your impending death, or …something else.”


About the Author:

Lana Sky is a reclusive writer in the United States who spends most of her time daydreaming about complex male characters and legless cats. She writes mostly paranormal romance, in between watching reruns of Ab Fab and drinking iced tea. Only iced tea.



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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: A Sorta Fairytale by Emily McKee

A Sorta Fairytale
Emily McKee
Genre: Erotic/ Contemporary
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6th, 2015
Word Count: 58,000

Book Description:

I have my own sorta fairytale.

Only thing is that it’s with two people.

Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.

From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.

But perfect is overrated.

It doesn’t exist.

Plus, it’s not at all interesting.

And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?

Well that’s a story for the ages…



Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.

“A blindfold?”

You grin. “Mhm.”


“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”

I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”

You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”

“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”

“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”

I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.

“What are you thinking?”

I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I answer honestly.

“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”

Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”

“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”

I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.

Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.

“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”

“Sssh,” you whisper.

Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me.

I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.

“That’s right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.


About the Author:

For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.

I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.

When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.





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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Waiting On Justin by Lucy H. Delaney

Title: Waiting on Justin
Author: Lucy H. Delaney
Genre: New Adult

Can everlasting love grow amidst never-ending despair?  Best friends Justin and Haylee learn early on that the answer is yes. Their parents would rather spend time drinking and partying than raising children, so the two rely on each other for the care and emotional support they need. Over time, Justin and Haylee become lovers despite the age difference between them.

Theirs is a forbidden romance that would destroy them both if discovered.

The older of the two, Justin is more than a little rough around the edges. He does everything he can to protect Haylee from as much abuse as possible, but when tragedy strikes there is nothing he can to do keep her from being taken into the foster system.

The system meant to save kids threatens to pull the two of them apart.

Haylee begs Justin to run away with her, but the powers-that-be force him into an inescapable corner.

Blaming Justin for the distance that separates them, Haylee shuts out everything and everyone from her past - including Justin. She tries to forget him. She tries to replace him. But he is always there. So is her own addiction. When it finally gets the best of her, she finds herself utterly alone.

She soon discovers what Justin has always known: Their love was worth waiting for.



It's funny how an hour can seem like forever in the daily monotony of life, but when you're with your first love on your first drive after your first kiss, it races by. We drove from home, around the mountains and into the cities. They weren't too far away, but we never went there. It was a whole different world. He had saved up his money for gas and the day for I don't know how long, and now it was time.

We had to go a long way to get there, but by the end we were right where Justin and I both wanted to be: he was looking at planes, and I was looking at him in a whole new way. I wanted to kiss him every chance I could, and he gladly obliged me—after all, it was my birthday. There was so much more to take in at that museum. I think his decision to take me there was his attempt to be cultured and civilized.

To be honest, I couldn’t have cared less about them, but he knew everything about all of them. I'd never seen him so passionate: he knew the make of all but three planes by sight and told me how they worked and what their specialties were.

He was in his element, but he never let go of my hand, taking me into his fantasies of the future. He'd pull me along, my little hand in his, sometimes raising them both up in the air with his finger extended to show me a feature of the model he was looking at. I loved seeing his eyes twinkle and hearing him know all the right things to say.


About the Author:

Lucy H. Delaney lives with her blended family in the Pacific Northwest town of Leavenworth, Washington, nestled at the feet of the Cascade Mountains. When not tucked away in her writing room making up stories or standing in her cubicle in one of the offices of corporate America, Lucy spends her time with family and friends.

Along with her husband and four children, Lucy loves to be in nature: She can often be found on her homemade backyard swing, curled up with a good book, hiking the surrounding mountains or running country roads and game trails. A fitness enthusiast who regularly practices crossfit, yoga, and distance running, Lucy also volunteers for the Chelan-Douglas CASA organization and her church's AWANA program to help keep kids safe and smiling.

Connect with Lucy online

Twitter: @lucyhdelaney

Facebook: Lucy H. Delaney


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Book Spotlight: When She Smiled by Ritoban Chakrabarti

Title of the Book:  When She Smiled
Author Name: Ritoban Chakrabarti
Genre: Young Adult (YA), Romance
Age Bracket : 13-25

Book Synopsis: 

Mrityunjoy Roy is a fifteen year old Bengali who has spent the last ten years of his life growing up in Shimla, India. While his family is completely academically oriented, he wants something more. Finally he meets Akanksha in school, who turns his world upside down with her gorgeous looks and mind boggling smile.

As fate would have it, she joins his tuition, and thus begins the torrid year of puppy love, romance, heartbreak, tragedy, and self discovery. Set among the scenic Shivalik hills of Shimla when mobile phones and internet were non-existent, this is a story of how an average young teenager comes to terms with his destiny.

Author Bio: 

Ritoban Chakrabarti is an entrepreneur who started his first internet marketing company right after college. Since then he has self-taught himself programming, designing, marketing, and management. When She Smiled, a young adult romance, was his first novel. He is an avid traveller, and believes in a life without boundaries.

Book Spotlight: Surviral by Ken Benton

by Ken Benton
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Book Description:

The deadliest flu season in a hundred years is about to turn a whole lot deadlier. When an accident at a famous medical research facility lets a mutated avian flu strain out, a nightmare scenario unfolds.  Before authorities can react, millions are infected—and that’s just the beginning. The mortality rate exceeds 80%. Leaders and elected officials soon learn the man-manipulated virus respects neither rank nor stature. The resulting chain reaction leads to a collapse of modern society—even in Colorado, where no cases of the killer strain have yet appeared.

Clint Stonebreaker, a happily-married software engineer living in Denver, doesn’t like watching the news. He especially doesn’t let Jake, his wacky doomsday-prepping brother, watch it when he visits. But when chaos goes viral through the entire country, Clint and his wife Jenny are forced to acknowledge reality. They find themselves hitting the road with their gun-enthusiast neighbor to escape the deteriorating city. Their goal? Reaching Clint’s hunting cabin in Southeastern Colorado and trying to make a homestead of it.

They don’t get far before running into a gauntlet of obstacles. Colorado seems to have become a giant sociological experiment, with dire consequences for making the wrong decisions. The spirit of American resolve is pitted against the ugly realty of criminal opportunism in every direction they turn. Ironically, Clint isn’t sure which is worse: being forced to survive in the midst of civil unrest, or knowing he’ll have to admit to Jake that he was right. Assuming he can find him…



Because Harold and Barry were both light sleepers, they decided Clint should take the first “watch.” It was only prudent for someone to stay awake and keep an eye on the cars, as well as the personal belongings Barry and Shay had to unload in order to fold their rear seat down for their makeshift bed. Harold would relieve Clint in a couple hours, and then Barry would take the last shift. Barry assured them he would be awake in the wee hours anyway.

“There is one thing that concerns me,” Barry said. “I’d feel better if our perimeter was more …secure.”

“I know what you mean.” Harold scanned their surroundings. “Well, we could move the cars to fence us in better.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Jenny said.

Harold and Barry adjusted the two wagons so they were back to back, overlapping just a little. They decided it was good enough and everyone but Clint retired to try and sleep.

Clint sat in the comfortable canvas chair he brought along and gazed at the night sky. The smell of campfires was still heavy and the stars were out. He thought about Jake. Jake always liked the stars. Clint checked his cell phone for the twentieth time, but there were still no bars.

Jenny came out of the tent. Clint expected her to come over and kiss him goodnight, but instead she scurried to Harold’s tent and called him. The two of them talked in low voices before Harold got up and walked to his car. He came back with a small vinyl bag and handed it to Jenny. She thanked him and they both went back inside their tents.

Clint could still hear bits and pieces of conversations from the other campers. Not enough to understand the exchanges, but he picked up certain words that gave him the gist of the topics being discussed. Everyone was trying to go somewhere. People were concerned about their own safety, in addition to the safety of the ones they were going to see. Complaints about phones not working were also popular. Clint realized he and Jenny were in the same predicament as everyone else. Barry and Shay, too. They were nice folks. Good thing Clint picked this spot, so they could partner up with them for the night.

Clint caught himself nodding off twice. He eventually decided to move to the picnic table to prevent any further occurrences. Harold got up and relieved him shortly thereafter. He had a book, and turned the lantern back on so he could read.

Inside the tent, Jenny was sleeping lightly. She rustled as Clint found a comfortable position next to her. That’s when he noticed the vinyl bag Harold gave her was partially unzipped. He couldn’t be certain in the dark, but it looked to contain one of Harold’s pistols. Clint wasn’t sure whether that should relax him or make him nervous.

It must have relaxed him, because the next thing he knew it was morning. The sounds of people talking—along with car doors shutting and engines starting—caused his eyes to open and find sunlight.

When he and Jenny crawled out of the tent, Harold was talking to Barry next to his brown Volvo. Barry and Shay were packed up already, and apparently about to leave. Shay waited in the passenger seat. Clint and Jenny approached them.

“Good morning!” Barry said “The roads have reopened. Here.” He held out a piece of paper. Clint took it. There was writing on it.

“That’s the name, address, and phone number of Shay’s sister in Pueblo. If you need anything, or have any trouble travelling, feel free to contact us there. Or, if you happen to find yourself in Pueblo, stop by and visit.”

Shay rolled her window down. “Bye, guys. So nice meeting you. Bye, Jenny. Good luck!”

Clint was still groggy as they said their final goodbyes. He wished he had a cup of coffee. They had a bag of grounds packed away, but no practical way to make it.

Barry got in his car and joined the crowd of vehicles that were all attempting to leave at the same time. He first tried to wedge his way into the line, but then seemed to have an inspired notion. He turned and drove right through the trees to get to the side road, his windshield acquiring a small pine branch in the process. Several other cars then followed his example.

“We might as well wait until this clears out more,” Harold said. “Go ahead and use the bathrooms if you need to. I’ll start packing up.”

Harold had everything loaded when Clint and Jenny returned from the restrooms. The field cleared out fast and was nearly vacant by now. Unsightly patches of burned grass marked the sites of last night’s campfires. One of them was still smoldering.

“Are we ready?” Harold said. He appeared to be in good spirits.

They took one final look around before climbing into the car for the road trip. Clint was hopeful of a reunion with his brother before this day was through. Harold started the engine and put the car in gear.


About the Author:

Ken Benton appears to be your run-of-the-mill city slicker at first glance, blissfully playing with his iPhone at the bar of the local barbeque joint while sipping on craft-brewed IPA. But he has a secret passion: doomsday survival prepping. And if you ever snuck up behind him to see what he was reading, it would likely be one of those apocalyptic-survival stories set after the collapse of modern society. Yes, he’s one of those nuts. But someday soon, Ken believes, those nuts may become the new upper class in society. Until then, we’ll just have to make do with story-telling. And preparing. Cheers.

Author Interview & Giveaway: Feast of Fates by Christian A. Brown

About the Author:

Christian A. Brown has written creatively since the age of six. After spending most of his career in the health and fitness industry, Brown quit his job to care for his mother when she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma in 2010.

Having dabbled with the novel that would eventually become Feast of Fates for over a decade, Brown was finally able to finish the project. His mother, who was able to read a beginning version of the novel before she passed away, has since imbued the story with deeper sentiments of loss, love, and meaning. He is proud to now share the finished product with the world.


Do you plan everything or just let the story flow?

I formulate a beginning and an end, beforehand. I think it’s important to know how you want to start and what goal you have in mind, what message there is for the reader. Then, I usually just write a few chapters and let the story form itself. Once I have a few chapters down, I then work on smaller a synopsis for each chapter and a larger framework to fill in the gaps. I find that if you start with too many “plot points”, then the narrative can become very stilted and unnatural. It’s more enjoyable when crazy stuff just happens—for me and the reader   

Do your characters ever want to take over the story?

My characters generally take over my stories, and my life outside of my head, too. I focus on characterization A LOT. I really work at making believable people, with real dialog and motivations. It’s not uncommon for me to become so immersed in a manuscript that I talk in my sleep, or wake up after four hours rest utterly galvanized and ready to write.

What is your favourite food?

Healthy, simple stuff. Salads and lean meats. Fish and veggies. If I had to pick a type, probably sushi/ sashimi, since its light and leaves you satisfied without being bloated.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

One of those annoyingly awake morning people. I’m chipper and pert while everyone else is yawning and farting themselves awake (the farter in the house knows who they are )

Where do you dream of travelling to and why? 

Many places in the old world. Sites of ancient myth and magic. Depending on when this interview goes live, I may have seen a few, since I’m off for a romp around the UK this Christmas. Plenty of the ancient world to see there. If Outlander has taught us one thing though, it is to keep my hands of mystic standing stones. I have too many books planned to be derailed by marriage to a highlander of a bygone age.

Do distant places feature in your books? 

Oh yes, very much so. As I implied I’m addicted to myth and lore. I also enjoy the “journey” narrative, of a quest to reach something across a long distance. As we know, it’s often the journey that defines us, more than the goal.

Do you listen to music while writing?

Classical usually. Sometimes, however, I write best in silence.

Could you tell us a bit about your latest release?

Feast of Fates is classified as a fiction/ fantasy/ romance/ epic. (Those are literally its BISC categories) In my own words, the story is about love. Love when it is bright, golden and beautiful. Love when it is twisted to the blackest hate. Feast of Fates is an exploration on these various shades of feeling. I do not shy away from realistic or painful scenarios, reader be warned.

What have you learned about writing and publishing since you first started?

Oh my. Way too much to fit into a paragraph or two. I guess that the most important thing, if you’re serious, is to treat writing like a business. That means clock in your hours, be open to criticism and “performance improvement”, and respect the environment and people with whom you work. Also, consult professionals, often. Establish a stable of visual artists, graphic artists, web designers, editors, proofreaders and PR folk. I believe that we are inherently responsible for our success, or failure. On the subject of failure, I’ve done that, many times in many ways throughout this journey. But the important thing is to pick yourself up and keep moving forward.

Is there anything you would do differently?

Nearly everything! Moving into production of my second book now, it’s amazing how smooth the process is, since all the stumbles are out of the way. Still, I wouldn’t trade my failures for anything.

Who, or what, if anything has influenced your writing?

The time I spent with my mother during her illness (lymphoma). I discovered new depths in myself for love, devotion, and a deeper appreciation for life—and death. I’m also influenced by language in general. English is a diverse and almost never-ending playground for the mind. We have so many words and intimations that I have yet to find something that I cannot express.

Anything you would say to those just starting out in the craft? 

Refer to my above comment on “writing and publishing”. Also, don’t ever give up, if this is what you feel in your heart you should do.

What are three words that describe you? 

Obsessive, active, thoughtful.

What's your favourite book or who is your favourite writer? 

Such a tough question… Timothy Findley, for his dialog and characterization. Neil Gaiman, for his eccentricity. Tolkien, for the scope of his vision. Ursula K. LeGuin, because she’s just an all-around breathtaking storyteller.

Blurb of your latest release or coming soon book 

I’m going to cheat a little and use an editorial review snippet. I feel it sums up everything nice one could say about the series.

"In this rousing epic-fantasy debut, two unlikely lovers forge a bond in the midst of a war between immortal kings. It would have been difficult for Brown to present a more sensual, or satisfying, debut. His motifs run the epic-fantasy gamut, from ancient forests pulsing with life to malevolent phenomena looming in the depths of space. His excellent prose, however, truly sets this book apart from the fantasy herd. Every page crackles with images full of vibrant emotion. An unmissable fantasy tale that marries gorgeous prose to a lavishly detailed plot."


About the Book:

Feast of Fates
Four Feasts Till Darkness 
Book One
Christian A. Brown
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: September 9, 2014 
ISBN: 978-1495907586
Number of pages: 540
Word Count: 212K

Book Description: 

"Love is what binds us in brotherhood, blinds us from hate, and makes us soar with desire.”

Morigan lives a quiet life as the handmaiden to a fatherly old sorcerer named Thackery. But when she crosses paths with Caenith, a not wholly mortal man, her world changes forever. Their meeting sparks long buried magical powers deep within Morigan. As she attempts to understand her newfound abilities, unbidden visions begin to plague her--visions that show a devastating madness descending on one of the Immortal Kings who rules the land.

With Morigan growing more powerful each day, the leaders of the realm soon realize that this young woman could hold the key to their destruction. Suddenly, Morigan finds herself beset by enemies, and she must master her mysterious gifts if she is to survive.

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Book Spotlight & Giveaway: What Casts The Shadow by Seth Mullins

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Title: What Casts the Shadow (The Edge of the Known, Volume I)
Author Name: Seth Mullins

Author Bio: 

Seth Mullins writes visionary fiction, stories that seek for a marriage between the invisible inner landscape from whence our dreams and deepest inspirations come and the waking world, the world that we call ‘the real’, which sorely needs those life-giving forces. The result is fiction that seethes with surface drama and conflict while at the same time revealing aspects of the deeper mysteries of reality and of our own souls. The Edge of the Known series, his most recent project, is also inspired by years spent as a songwriter and performing musician. Seth has spent part of his life in Connecticut, New Mexico and Oregon, and currently lives in Vermont.

Author Links - 

Website (Humanity’s Way Forward)

| Blog (The Edge of the Known)

| Twitter @SethMullins1


Book Genre: Visionary Fiction
Publisher: CreateSpace
Release Date: January 4, 2014

Buy Link(s): What Casts the Shadow? (The Edge of the Known, Volume I)

Trust in the Unseen (The Edge of the Known, Volume II)

Book Description: When an altercation outside of a performance venue nearly proves fatal, Brandon Chane begins to realize how far his life is spinning out of control. His efforts to channel his pain, frustration and thwarted loves into his music may not suffice to save him. Then he meets Saul, a crisis counselor with the soul of an ancient medicine-man, and a far-reaching journey of healing - one that may teach him how to steer away from the very edge of the Abyss - begins.


1. The Edge of the Precipice

I suppose you could compare it to driving on a high mountain road. You don’t realize how close you are to free-fall, or how sheer and far is the plunge, until you go around a bend where one side is exposed to open air and then there it is: The Abyss.
There’s this edge that you can come to – I imagine it’s a different place for each of us – and you just know that once you get swept over it you won’t be coming back. By the time you’re close enough to see it it may already be too late. You could find yourself teetering, suddenly hearing the warnings that life had been giving you all along, knowing that it’s become impossible to step back; because by that time, those other forces – the ones pounding like the rapids at your back, always trying to push you towards that edge and then over it – have grown too strong.
Tommy and I first talked about forming a band together before either of us had learned to play an instrument. We both perceived music – particularly, its heavy, extreme underside - as the ideal vehicle for our personal salvation. The first guitar that I purchased, a Fender Telecaster that I immediately spray painted black to my father’s horror, became my refuge. It was my best friend and confidante. It gave me a convenient excuse to avoid social situations that, more often than not, would only remind me of how far off the beaten path I really was – and, oftentimes, land me in one merciless scrap or another. Instead, I could just sit in my basement room for hours, listening to my various hardcore underground cassettes while trying to trace the riffs I was hearing along the frets of my charcoal-colored axe.
That’s how I learned to play so well within just a handful of years. I gave up on the romanticized notion of a normal social life and focused on practicing and creating. Tommy, meanwhile, had picked up the bass. Somewhere along the line we discovered that we each had halfway-decent singing voices as well, at least for the kind of abrasive music we were writing.

December 7 - Introduction at VBT Café Blog
December 8 - Guest Blogging at Mythical Books
December 10 - Spotlight at BK Walker Books
December 10 - Spotlight at Indy Book Fairy
December 12 - Spotlight at IndieWriterReviews
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December 31 - Guest Blog at Lori's Reading Corner
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