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The Heart Collector

The Heart Collector
Auckland Steampunk Book 1
by Barbara Russell
Genre: Steampunk, Romantic Suspense
Auckland, 1884
The Supernaturals are frightened. Despite being able to do extraordinary
things like teleporting or lighting a fire with a stare, a serial
killer, the Heart Collector, is slaughtering them. He rips their
chests open and removes their hearts.
While other aristocratic, nineteen-year-old girls spend time dancing,
Isabel trains hard to become an MI7 agent—Military Intelligence
Seventh Division, a crime squad run by Supernaturals. The Heart
Collector murdered her best friend, and enrolling at MI7 is the best
way to help catch the killer.
Isabel senses other people’s feelings as if they were her owns. But MI7’s
leader is too worried about Isabel’s safety to let her join the team.
Eager to prove that her power is valuable, Isabel volunteers to meet Murk,
a dangerous Supernatural man who can turn himself invisible. MI7
desperately tried to recruit him and failed.
She believes that her power is enough to convince Murk to become an MI7’s
agent and help apprehend the Heart Collector. If he wants to attack
her, his feelings will broadcast his intention, and she’ll be ready.
What Isabel isn’t ready for is to fall in love with the man who will
collect her heart.
I’m an entomologist and a soil biologist, which is a fancy way to say
that I dig in the dirt, looking for bugs. Nature and books have
always been my passion. I was a kid when I read The Lord Of The Ring
and fell in love with fantasy novels.
When I discovered cosy mystery and crime novel, I fell in love with
Hercules Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Then I grew up and . . . Nah,
I’m joking. I didn’t grow up. Don’t grow up, folks! It’s a trap.
PS I hate gardening. There, I said it. Sorry fellow Kiwis.
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The Diary of St. Blair ~ coming November 1

The Diary of St. Blair – Book 3

St. Blair: Children of the Night trilogy

by EW Skinner

Genre: YA Supernatural

Blurb:

The 3rd in a series, (Book 1 – St. Blair: Children of the Night and Book 2 – St.

Blair: Sybille’s Reign) this installment opens with an introduction by Sybille

Malone, the beneficiary of Blair Carlisle’s diary in the year 2203.

Blair is a devoted Catholic girl who altar serves, attends public school and soon

realizes she is a liaison for the supernatural. In her openness to the mysteries of

faith, she soon finds herself a magnet for angels, saints and otherworld entities.

It is through the twists of Blair questioning her earthly purpose, extolling her love

of family and journaling about encounters with St. Michael the Archangel, that

we begin to understand her God-Flashes into a future she’ll never see.

We discover, as Blair’s spiritual director Sister Jo does, why God might call her

the most unlikely person to save the world.

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Excerpt:

Diary of St. Blair

First publication 9/14/2204

Introduction

by Sybille Malone Cote

 

This is my first written work as well as our world’s first published manuscript since the abolition of all books in 2100.

Before you start reading her diary, I’d like to share a little bit about my friend, a heavenly saint named Blair Carlisle.

As you read her diary entries, remember she only wanted to be a teenager first and foremost and to spend time with her friends. Blair was gifted with wisdom, insight, inner acceptance and the ability to see and communicate supernaturally.

She was, like many of us, resistant to share her talents, not knowing for certain if these gifts would ndeed benefit others.

This frustrated the Archangel Michael, because she kept him waiting. Waiting until she was ready to write down the visions for my benefit.

Michael’s patience was in short supply.

Being THE warrior angel, he had divine messages to deliver, people to protect, events to orchestrate and demons to slay. But he also understood that teenagers are often chosen and need time to develop into the great saints they are destined to be.

I have learned that Blair, like Joseph – who was sold into slavery, Miriam – who instigated her baby brother Moses’ protection, Moses himself – who eventually led Israel out of slavery, David – who fought Goliath, and Mary – who divinely carried the child Jesus, were predestined as young people to protect others and advance the faith.

 

Author Bio:

E.W. (Emily Williams) Skinner named her YA series for her second daughter,

Blair. Skinner came up with the idea of naming books after her children when

she was 15. She’s not sure why she came up with the idea.

A devoted Catholic, Skinner released the ebook version of Book One “St. Blair:

Children of the Night” on All Saints Day 11/1/13.

When Skinner isn’t working as a marketing consultant or writing, she enjoys

traveling and producing short films. Skinner is the proud Executive Producer of

Blair Skinner’s films “Relative Eternity” and “Eleanora, The Forgotten Princess,”

http://www.theforgottenprincess.com as well as her daughter Marquel Skinner’s web

series http://www.anamead.com.

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Strength to let Go ~ Alina Popescu

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Title: Strength to Let Go

Series: Tales of the Werewolf Tribes, Book One

Author: Alina Popescu

Genre: gay romance, paranormal, werewolves, paranormal romance, supernatural

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

Synopsis

After being abandoned by his mates, Shiki Kirishima, beta of the Dragons of the Fang werewolf tribe, returns to his home in Tokyo.

Crippled by grief, Shiki decides to end it all by going into the territory of the Siberian Killers tribe and challenging them to a battle to the death.

His death.

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Ganzorig, beta of the Siberian Killers, however, sees the potentially disastrous consequences of having Shiki die in battle.

Instead, he saves him.

Having suffered loss himself, Ganz takes it upon himself to help Shiki deal with his pain.

Blake, Shiki’s best friend since childhood, is as determined to show him there is life after a wolf’s ultimate loss.

Could there also be something ‘more’ for them after friendship?

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Excerpt

I followed Ganz through a right maze of hallways that took us through the run-down building where Blake was being held. They’d refused to let him step foot anywhere else, they’d bent their rules for me enough as it was. When we reached the large and dirty room they were in, I stopped and looked through the glass on the door. Blake had his back to me as he sat at a large table in the far right corner of the room.

His shoulders were so tense you’d think he’d explode, and I could see how the Killers guarding him flinched every time Blake turned to stare at them. If my heart hadn’t been squeezed so tight, it would have been funny. I pushed the door open just in time to hear him threaten the nice Mongolians guarding him with some old Native American curses that would affect them and three future generations. I shook my head, thinking he’d never change. He did not believe in the Powhatan curses his tribe thought of as infallible, but he’d always play them against wolves who were naturally afraid of everything spiritual. It came with having a long collective memory and us being part of what was considered the impossible.

“Chibi-tan, stop threatening the good men,” I said, stopping in the middle of the room and dropping my bag on the floor, sending a puff of dust up into the stale air. He stood up so fast the chair flew from under him. When he turned, his eyes glassy and his breath heavy, my smile faded, making room for what was really in my heart. Fear, reluctance, and the joy of seeing my childhood friend.
“God damn, winggapo, you have to stop calling me that! You’re older only by a few months.”

I had used that term with him since the day I’d met him. He was scrawny as a four-year-old and a little shorter than me. He’d been brought to train with me and I’d been ahead of him in training and strength. I’d insisted he called me senpai. What started as a tease soon became an endearment, and he knew it, yet still insisted I’d stop. It was when he’d figured that out that he’d started to call me winggapo. Weirdly enough, although he was half Brazilian, he’d never used any Portuguese with me, only Powhatan words. I believed deep down he identified more with the Native American tribe of Virginia that his father belonged to than with his mother’s Brazilian roots.

Chibi tried to smile as well, but his grin seemed as unnatural as mine did. He pushed his hands deep into his pockets and looked past me. As there were only a couple of inches between us, I noticed his avoidance technique. His hazel eyes glowed bright green, showing his turmoil, before he finally decided to look me in the eye.

“I’m sorry, Shi. I’m so sorry I did not pick up.” He frowned and looked at his feet, his shoulders slumping. “I was on a vision quest, I didn’t know.”

I gasped loudly, taking one step to close the distance between us and wrap him into a tight hug. Of all the things I’d expected Blake would say to me, how his guilt took me by surprise I’ll never know. It was such an obvious reaction considering who he was, I mentally slapped myself for not figuring out sooner just how much he’d kept beating himself up over it. I’d thought our talk on the phone had been enough, but I should have known better. It would take Blake quite a bit to forgive himself.

“You said that, chibi. And I told you not to blame yourself. When the hell will you listen to your nii-san?”

“You’re not my fucking big brother, you’re my best friend,” he growled, his voice muffled by how hard he was hugging me back, his face pressed into my shoulder. He pushed me back and looked at me carefully. It felt as if he could see through me, right through the thin walls I’d used to build my appearance of a normal person. It all crumbled under his scrutiny, and by the time he pulled me back into his arms, I was already coming undone.

“Get me out of here, Blakey,” I whispered. “No one needs to see me having a freaking meltdown. Please!”

He nodded against the side of my neck, grabbed my hand and my duffle, and pulled me toward the door. I had to forcefully stop him to be able to say goodbye to Ganz. We hugged without a word for a few minutes; then he made me promise I’ll keep in touch. I noticed a few curt nods between him and Blake and somehow knew chibi-tan would keep him in the loop if I didn’t.

Blake then rushed me through the maze of hallways. Wolfs usually have a great sense of direction, but all I could tell was we hadn’t come this way when we’d entered the building. When Blake pushed a large door open and I saw his jet waiting for us, I realized I had good reason not to know where we were going. We raced to the stairs and promptly got in. When the door closed behind us, my legs finally gave out, but chibi caught me.

“I’m here, Shi, let it out.” His encouragement was all I needed. I let the pain and renewed rage out, messy and erratic. I could, now that my best friend was there to steady me through it. His pilot came in and asked us to sit down, but Blake merely growled. As we were still hugging in the middle of the jet, it started moving.

I didn’t know when or how I’d gotten onto the onboard couch, but Blake was holding me and my sobs had calmed down.

“Gods, I’ve never cried so much in my entire life as I have in the past few months. What the hell is wrong with me, chibi?”

“You had your heart ripped out of your chest and handed back to you in pieces, I assume,” he said, as if he was presenting facts to his Board.

“So word got out,” I growled.

“Well, chibi, the kids got dropped at your brother’s and never picked up for weeks, you disappeared, and then we found out you were in Siberian Killers territory. I think everyone figured out you’d had a breakdown and that you did not want your marriage to end.”

“Do they….” My voice trailed off before I could form the question. In all honestly, I was afraid of the answer.

“No, no one but me knows. They believe what Ganz told them, that you were randomly flashing and ended up out there.”

“Good.” I nodded, wiping dried tears off and blowing my nose into the tissues Blake had handed to me.

“Winggapo, I get why you did it and how your mind works. I swear though, you try that again, I’ll fucking kick your ass.” He pushed his index finger toward me, a menacing frown reinforcing his words.

“I promised I won’t, chibi. Ganz gave me an out, provided I really tried for two months.”

“He did what?” His voice was so loud, the flight attendant jumped out of her chair. Blake smiled apologetically before turning to face me, arching a brow and pushing his upper body closer.

“Yup, two months of trying, and if I still wanted to end it in battle, he’d have arranged it for me. I think he knew I would not want that anymore.”

“Smart wolf,” Blake said with a chuckle. “Then again, if this had turned out differently, he’d be a dead wolf.”

I laughed and shook my head. Ganz had been right, my friends would have gone after them had I been killed by their tribe. Maybe Shishou would have tried to stop them, but between Blake and Vicks, he would have failed. Thinking more about it, I figured Shishou would have joined just to keep his wife happy.

“He is an incredibly smart wolf, actually. I was surprised by him, in a good way.”

“Mhm, yeah, I caught the squeeze of his ass before we left,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I tilted my head and smirked. “Yeah, I noticed how worried your pilot was I’d steal his fun. That was before he figured I was in full-blown sob-fest mode,” I added and winked. Blake shrugged casually. We’d never hidden our conquests from each other, it was pointless, especially since we used to share them more often than not.

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About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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