#CoverReveal Before Time by #Author Xunaira J. #NewAdult #TragicRomance


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covergifTitle: Before Time

Series: The Time Series # 1

Author: Xunaira J.

Audience: NA

Genre: Tragic Romance

Formats: E-book and Paperback

Publisher: Xunaira J.

Editor: Michelle Browne

Expected Date of Publishing: 20th November 2014


His eyes told her what his tongue could not.

Nineteen-year-old Onaiza Shahid is a loner and a dreamer, bookish and socially isolated. A chance ramble into chatting software changes everything. The words of a stranger compel her. Addicted and falling fast, their secret love changes her life. But will the idealistic teenager get her happily ever after?

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clip_image006Born on October 17, 1990 in Islamabad, Pakistan, to a government officer and a homemaker, Xunaira J, as a child dreamed of being a writer.She always loved writing short stories and has been active on Helium (www.helium.com) as a creative writer. She has been a blogger and been writing articles on relationship and family for a long time.When she was young, she used to write for US Magazine. Currently, Xunaira is doing her Bachelors in Mobile and Ubiquitous Computing and writing at the same time. The name of her first book on Amazon Kindle is “The Cursed City” while her second book is a book of collective short stories which will be published in October, 2013. Meanwhile, She is working on another Mystery/Romance novel which is almost reaching completion. She is anticipating to publish it sometime next year.

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#Featuring Dream Time Sensuality, Dream Time Sensuality Anthology 1 by #Author David Russel #Excerpt #Romance

Dreamtime sensuality


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Dreamtime Sensuality by David H. Russel


Dreamtime Sensuality

Many a dream can be realised with a little forethought. The characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary. They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration for this and other works has been the novel The Girl Beneath the Lion by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.


Seductive Semaphore: Fashion Designer Bethesda and journalist Hector live opposite each other, with windows facing. They make initial contact through visible, provocative gestures. Soon afterwards, they get direct contact when Hector assists Bethesda with her folio. She invites him round to model for some of her fashion creations, and proceeds to seduce him. The seduction continues with a ritual visit to a sports centre, and then to a beach. They leave it open as to whether their relationship could ever become long-term.

The Heroine and the Author: Dreamer Hecate discovers she has a terminal illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is enhanced by this extra dimension.

Dreamtime Sensuality: Romona, highly literary and highly inhibited, goes to an exotic island location. She deeply desires a passionate encounter. At the Pension where she stays, she meets Stefano, who fulfils her requirements exactly. The proprietress of the Pension picks up on Romona’s shyness, and gives her reassurance, including some practice in the art of kissing. Romona orchestrates an elaborate beach seduction scenario, and they are both fulfilled. They never meet again, but their exchange of emails and text messages goes on indefinitely.

Dancing with Danger: Verona is a Scriptwriter and Gareth an archaeologist. They both have ‘retreats’ near the coast, and discover their common interests. Verona contrives a half-seduction on a deserted beach, wearing 18th century retro gear – related to their common interests. After some further encounters, they give each other a ‘dare’ to go and have a really risky encounter with someone really dodgy. Gareth finds a young woman on the run. Verona has a rapturous encounter with someone who gets hauled in by the police, suspected of terrorism. She uses her charm on the interrogating police officer to extricate herself. So Verona and Gareth both meet up again, to tell their respective tales.



Hecate read some verses of Sappho, which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous. She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched Hecate’s introduction was a quote from her.

Ferdinand responded to the prompt; he knew what he had to do—gradually, at intervals, he removed his garments one by one as she breathily read the hypnotic, seductive phrases.

His garments came off with ease and grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the future, on a deserted beach, secluded amid the dunes.

She handed him a volume of the collected poems of John Donne. “Now, I think you know which one I want you to read me. Hmm…while we’ve been working together, I bet you’ve had some reveries of me undressing, you undressing me.”

“I have to admit that is so and I know which poem you mean, it’s Elegy Nineteen—To His Mistress Going to Bed.

“We really are on the same wavelength darling. I had learned of that poem as a young girl, with a desperate desire one day to enact it. Every word of it struck home as I disrobed alone, for years I yearned for that lovely partner to give me those instructions live.”

Ferdinand beamed, then quoted from near the end of the poem referring to the poet’s nakedness at the beginning of the action. Then he proceeded to read, with his lovely, hypnotic voice. 

He really made Hecate’s girdle feel like Saturn’s rings As she undid her sash and cast it down, she felt her abdomen was bathed in heavenly light, visible only to spiritual eyes.


      The request to remove her ‘breastplate’ gave her an etheric shudder. Taking off the brooch at the top of her dress felt like casting away a shield, affirming that strife and combat had been replaced by love.

In response to the exhortation to unlace, she felt deliciously nervous as her fingers twitched on her zips and buttons. 

As the gown went off following the next command, Hecate felt she had emerged from a perennial cocoon, that she was the sun liberated from the constricting veils of night.

As for a ‘coronet’, Hecate was only wearing a slide, but removing it certainly helped her locks flow freely.

    It was great to feel liberated from footwear; earlier on her high heels had felt so sexy. But now her stockinged feet tingled with electric desire.

With her underwear, admittedly she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually uttered, really relevant. (from The Heroine and the Author – Story 2)


About the Author

1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Translation of Spanish epic La Araucana, Amazon 2013. Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene, An Ecstatic Rendezvous (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’

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#VBT Shannon’s Law by #Author Emma Calin

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Thank you so much for letting me showcase my forthcoming steamy action-romance novel SHANNON’S LAW. It’s  the second in my PASSION PATROL series – stories where sassy female cops lock up the criminals and always get their man.

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February marks the start of my “Pinterest Reveal Virtual Book Tour” in the run-up to the launch on the 28th February 2014.


Every day there are feature posts on topics relating to SHANNON’S LAW on blogs all around the world.  They’re all linked together on one big Pinterest Board. Each post replaces a ‘mystery’ silhouette that was posted in January. I saved all  my notes and photos as I was writing, on a private Pinterest Board and now I can share them with you.


Today’s subject is:  Historical Venues – St Bartholomew’s Church Winchester, UK.

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The pealing bells of St Bartholomew’s church on a still summer evening paints a picture of tradition  and respectability. Shannon’s Law opens with such a scene. The calm is not to last for long…….

The church is modeled on the actual St Bartholemew’s in Winchester, the county town of Hampshire near to where I live in the UK.  I became aware of the church when visiting the home of the poet Elizabeth Bewick whose flint cottage was just outside the churchyard. In Winchester one walks upon buried history in the very footsteps of kings. I wanted to capture the ambiance of the town with its flavor of wealth and privilege.

The opening words of the book are crucial to my writing of the whole story. The first sentence sets out the juxtaposition of the functioning world and the timeless reminder of mortality. The building itself dates back to before William the Conqueror. Originally it was used as a church for pilgrims and lay folk and was outside the fabulous Hyde Abbey which was largely destroyed by Henry VIII.  He threw the Catholic Church out of England, pillaged their assets and set up his own brand of belief. A notable part of the abbey history was that it once housed the severed head of St Valentine – a gift from Queen Emma (wife of the infamous King Canute who tried to command the tide) in 1041.


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As a stop press addition, there has just been a finding of bones in the abbey adjacent to the church. These are believed to be those of King  Alfred himself. In Winchester folklore it has always been said that the king was buried in the grounds of the abbey. It is fascinating to me that this story has been handed down through generations for over a thousand years. This depth of history is something I have tried to capture in the book.

As I wrote that first sentence, the fabric of that church and the atmosphere of the evening were in the front of my mind:

Above the sound of pealing bells from St. Bartholomew’s church, the rasp of a motorcycle engine caught her ears.


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Wild child inner-city cop Shannon Aguerri walks a dangerous line between her methods and justice. When the bosses lose their nerve, after yet another maverick mission, she is transferred to green pastures to play out the role of a routine village cop. When she encounters signs of slave and drug trafficking she homes in on serious millionaire criminals.


As a loner she has attracted men but nothing has stuck. When she meets Spencer, the hunky and widowed Earl of Bloxington, there is an immediate rapport between them. Their social differences mean nothing to their passion and need.


Already in the mix is an upper class female rival – who has long plotted her way into the Earl’s bed. The jealousy is an evil shade of green and the anger is a violent scarlet.


Often inhibited by a sense of duty and honour, Spencer is slow to reveal his feelings. When Shannon confronts him with the need to choose between her word and that of her rival, he does not immediately support her.


All issues are set aside, when they are forced together to carry out a desperate rescue mission. Their love is stronger than everything ranged against them.




SHANNON’S LAW comes out on February 28th 2014 in print and digital formats for all e-readers.



Amazon are offering some great discounts for pre-orders of the paperback version

(29% off in USA,     12% off in the UK).

You can pre-order the digital version at a pre-launch special price from Nook, Kobo, and iTunes. It will also be available in all digital formats on Smashwords

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Companion Cook-Book


In addition to SHANNON’S LAW, I’m launching a companion digital cook-book with illustrated recipes for all the meals from the novel.


 It’s called  COP’S KTICHEN – Read the love story and taste the romance!

To celebrate the launch of SHANNON’S LAW, there is a special FREE gift for you in my RAFFLECOPTER draw. As well as great, unique prizes to win, EVERY ENTRANT will get their own digital copy of – COP’S KITCHEN. There are many ways to get bonus chances – by commenting on this post, liking Facebook Pages etc.

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#GuestPost Why I Don’t Respond To Reader Reviews by Rosalind James #Contemporary #Author

Guest Post by Rosalind James


Why I Don’t Respond to Reader Reviews

You wouldn’t think that “should I respond to a reader review?” would be a topic for discussion anymore, but it still comes up all the time on writers’ forums. There seems to be a movement now among some authors to go ahead and respond to readers’ comments on Amazon, Goodreads, etc., whether positively (“Thanks for the awesome review!”) or negatively (“If you don’t like books with sex in them, maybe you should choose your books more carefully.”) (OK, that last one I’ve thought about saying.)

Here’s why I don’t respond:

1. From a marketing standpoint. My author persona is my brand. I write feel-good books about decent people, books that women read as an escape. I can’t imagine that most readers would enjoy getting embroiled in, or even hearing about, my petty wars. Have I done it? Yes. (Facebook post, I mean.) Do I do it now? NO. Everyone makes mistakes. But I try not to keep making the same ones over and over.

Can (and do) some authors get away with it? Sure! Some of the biggest names out there have done it, and taken flak for it. These blips might create a little ding in their reputations with some readers, but it’s pretty hard to damage them significantly.

But I’ve been at this one year. I’ve been lucky enough to have been discovered by a few readers who are very active in the romance-reading community, and who talk about my books on various forums and provide that invaluable commodity, word of mouth. Those people tend to have book blogs and belong to lots of groups. And they also tend to be pretty passionate about what they see as badly behaving authors. If, instead of promoting me, they were slamming me? Well, it sure wouldn’t help me. And if I were at Ground Zero in terms of getting myself known? I wouldn’t want the first thing potential readers saw about me to be a negative interaction with somebody else, no matter how merited.

And yes, in my opinion responding is simply unprofessional. It makes you look like someone who spends her time checking reviews instead of writing books. I would like to project the image (even if it’s aspirational!) of somebody who is secure in her success and isn’t anxiously looking at what everyone said about her today.

On the other hand, interacting on Facebook, Twitter, my blog, via email, etc.? You bet! Those readers have literally signed up to interact with me, whereas a reviewer is giving her opinion to other readers. If I choose to take something from that as well–or not–that’s up to me.

2. From a logical standpoint. My negative reviews, while I disagree with them, aren’t truly abusive. If they were, I’d report them. But no. Sadly, they’re just responses from people who don’t like the way I write, at all, or didn’t like this book, at all, and want to tell other people so. They have a right to that opinion. And, much as I cringe at them, a few one-star reviews can legitimize your 5-stars, or let people know that there’s some controversy about a character, or “too much sex,” or whatever–things that can actually help sell your book.

3. From a personal standpoint. Some people enjoy combat, find it stimulating. I don’t. It hurts. And while I can use negative feelings in my work (I wrote a killer tearjerker scene the other night after a very unpleasant online encounter), I find that my supply of painful life experiences is pretty much fully adequate to fuel anything I’ll ever write. So for a sensitive plant like me, yes, the negative reviews hurt more and make me want to engage even more than for people with a thicker skin who can shrug off criticism. But engaging just prolongs the agony. Better for me to feel the pain of it, then let it go.

The goal for Year Two of my publishing career? Look at reviews once a week! My success rate so far? Umm . . . improving.

Nothing Personal


Rosalind James

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 10/18/2013

The Kincaids Book #2

By the author of the bestselling Escape to New Zealand series–

When you wish upon a star . . .

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Alec Kincaid has never met the obstacle he couldn’t overcome—or the woman who could resist him. And it’s not going to happen now, not with his star shining more brightly than ever in the high-stakes arena of San Francisco’s software industry.

Desiree Harlin doesn’t believe in fairy tales, and she doesn’t waste time wishing. She’s learned the hard way that dreams don’t come true. And with her reputation and hard-won security on the line, succumbing to temptation isn’t an option.

But things aren’t always what they seem. And even stars sometimes fall.

Author Bio:

Rosalind James is the author of the Kindle-bestselling “Escape to New Zealand” series (currently five titles strong), as well as the new U.S.-based “Kincaids” series. Her first book,”Just This Once,” has sold tens of thousands of copies in the year since it was published, eventually reaching #85 in the Amazon store. A marketing professional and publishing industry veteran, Rosalind has lived all over the United States and in a number of other countries, traveling with her civil engineer husband. Most recently, she spent several years in Australia and New Zealand, where she fell in love with the people, the landscape, and the culture of both countries. She loves trying new things in her writing, most recently the mystery and suspense in “Nothing Personal.”

Rosalind credits her rapid success to the fact that “lots of people would like to escape to New Zealand! I know I did!”


#GuestBlog My Writing Process by Sandra K. Marshall, Author of The Decieved #Romantic #Suspense

My Writing Process

Sometimes a scene comes to me, and I’ll mull it over for a few days, and then write it.  If the title comes first then I’ll mull it over for weeks or months coming up with different possibilities to fit the title.

I make a list of characters and their names and everything I need to know about them.  I may not know all about them before I start writing, but I’ll add things about the characters as I go.  Sometimes, I have to go back to the earlier part of the book and input this information sooner.

When I know the beginning, middle and end I’ll start to write, but there are times when I think of a scene I want I’ll write a few sentences down.  This is because I’m going to look for a spot to place it into the story.

When I finish the book, I read it through to make sure I have dialogue, actions, description and introspection in the story where I need it. I make sure everything is in order.  It’s very easy to have dialogue and action out of place.

After making revisions I sit the written material aside for a week or two, and then I re-read it. Usually, I find something more I want to change. I wait another week and re-read it again. It is the last time before I submit the manuscript to my publisher, and then the waiting game starts to see if the story is accepted.

Once the story is accepted there will be edits, and it can be as many as three edits.  The first one is about the flow of the story, the second one will be sentence structure, and the third one is about grammar and punctuation. Some of these don’t amount to much and are easily taken care of.

The Deceived

by Sandy Marshall

About The Author

0012Sandra grew up in the mid-west in a small farming community where she belonged to 4-H. When she was thirteen, her family moved to, Lawrence, Kansas, the town where the University of Kansas thrived. After high school, she traveled to California to live with a friend and to find a job. She became very homesick and returned home.

She worked for a major airline for thirty-six years and did extensive travel during that period. It was a lovely time in her life working for a wonderful company. In 1999 she retired to write full time and worked seriously toward publication.

In 2008, she had her first book published, and then her second one in 2009. Shortly after her publisher closed their doors, and she immediately moved to a new publisher. She is still with the publisher and has had three books and a novella published with them. She has just contracted a short story with them titled Hitting Bottom, and is working on another short one.

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Book Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Eirelander Publishing
Release Date: October 25, 2013

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The games they play can lead them to love or ruin.

Melanie Dubois detests her family’s casino business. The way this addiction destroys people has her on a tear of magnificent proportions. Then again, this young lady has been put through a train wreck of her own design. She distrusts everybody except for the people who are determined to use Melanie as a poster-child for zealots.

Mike Mercer has spent nearly a year in a deep cover mission for the FBI. The one fly in the ointment of completing his objective to take down a group of dangerous anti-gambling zealots is a fiery-tempered, blonde-haired woman named Melanie DuBois. Worse than that, she’s got a passion brewing just beneath the surface that’s an even deadlier attraction.

Fighting for your life is never easy when the odds are stacked against you.


“She’s feeling left out,” Janet said, pausing as she watched Melanie go up the stairs. “If we don’t give her something more to do, she’s going to get bored and leave.”

“We can’t let that happen,” Al Slavery said.

“Why not?” Dan asked angrily. “I say let her go and good riddance. She’s nothing but a spoiled brat, and she might ruin everything for us.”

“Good thing you aren’t running the show,”Al sneered.

“Well, you aren’t either,” Dan said.

“Stop it right now.” Janet glared at both men. “Dan, I want you to make sure Melanie doesn’t get too bored around here.” Al was right, they couldn’t let her leave, but even he didn’t know the plan Janet had concocted for little Miss Dubois.

“Yeah, and how do you want me to do that?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You could start by talking to her for one thing. I’m sure you can come up with some ideas on your own.” Janet smirked. “You’re a man, aren’t you?”

“Not much of a one,” Al snarled, then snickered.

Janet watched Dan send a baleful look Al’s way. She’d better watch these two; they hadn’t hit it off since they’d met. These men wouldn’t be allowed to mess up her scheme. Which one would she get rid of if she had to?

Al had been with her since the beginning when they started doing harmless things like picket at cemeteries for dead soldiers. Dan was unknown, but he seemed more reckless, more willing to take chances. He might be more useful than Al for what she planned next.

A loud knock at the door caused Janet to turn toward the sound just as it banged open and a large man stormed through the entrance and stopped. “Where is she?”

“Who in the hell are you?” Dan demanded, running forward to grab the man by the collar.

Exactly. Who is this man invading her house? Janet watched the giant brush Dan off like a fly. Dan wasn’t exactly short at six feet, but the other fellow had a few inches on him. As she saw Dan raise his fists and Al rush forward to help, she decided it was time to stop this nonsense before they tore up the place.

“Wait a minute,” she said, walking forward. “Who are you looking for?”

“I want Melanie Dubois.” The agitated man looked around the room. “Where is she? I know she’s here.”

“Al, go get Melanie,” Janet said. “Why do you want her?”

“Her mother asked me to bring her home.”

“Don’t you think we should leave that up to her?” Janet asked in an appeasing tone, as she watched Al run up the stairs. “I’m sure Melanie is old enough to make up her mind where she wants to live.”

“I’m sure she’ll want to leave when she learns that her sister is getting married soon,” Mike said.

What was she going to do if he actually persuaded the girl to go with him? Melanie loved her sister and would want to be included in the wedding. “Well, we’ll see, won’t we?”

She watched the dark-haired man with sideburns turn as Melanie ran down the stairs. He looked familiar to her for some reason.

“Who wants to see me?” Mel asked, stepping off the last step and moving close to Janet.

“This man wants to talk to you,‛ Janet said, waving her hand at the giant. Now, she remembered, he’d confronted Melanie on the picket line a while back.

Melanie swung around, her head rose until she stared at the man. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I make myself clear before that I’m staying here?”

Towering over her, he said, “You did. I sure as the devil wouldn’t be here if it were up to me. I’m only here because of your mother and your sister.”

Her hands on her hips, she said, “Well, you can go back and tell my mother and sister I’m not coming home.”

Janet put her hand on her shoulder as an idea formed in her mind. “Melanie, you should hear him out. Your sister is getting married and wants you to be in her wedding.”

The big man nodded.

“When is the wedding?” Melanie asked.

“It’s in December, the day after Christmas.”

Melanie stared up into his face. “That’s a long ways off. I’m not going with you. Tell my sister I’ll be in touch.”

“Have it your way. It doesn’t mean a damn to me.” He turned, pulled the door open and glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry to have bothered all of you.”

Watching him pull the door closed, Janet already had a plan.


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#BlogTour Her Wicked Sin by Sarah Ballance #Historical #Romance

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Title: Her Wicked Sin (A Sins of Salem Novel)

Author: Sarah Ballance

Genres: Historical Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing (Scandalous Line)

Release Date: September 9, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count/Length: Approx 55,000 words

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Salem, MA 1692

On a moonless night, he rides into the winter forest on his beast as black as midnight…

Dashing stranger, Henry Dunham, comes to Salem on a mysterious errand, but is thrown from his horse in the dead of night and rescued by the local Puritan midwife, Lydia Colson.

Haunted by her past, Lydia is running from her own dark secrets, avoiding intrusive questions by pretending her dead husband is simply… away. But when she and Henry are caught in a compromising situation, one punishable by Puritan law, he saves her from scandal by claiming to be her errant spouse… and claiming her bed.

Forced to fake a marriage, Lydia and Henry find their passion overwhelming and their vows a little too real. As their lies become truths, a witch hunt closes in on Lydia, threatening not only their burgeoning love, but her life.



Lydia Colson’s nightmare lived and breathed on these moonless nights. When the world was at its darkest, remnants of her haunted past seemed to lurk in every shadow, denying her again and again

the chance to start anew. No matter how justified the actions of her past, the peace she had hoped to find in Salem Village escaped her. It was her burden to bear.

The cruelly twisted body in her path was not.

Though stationary, the sight had crept upon her with silent ease, an aberration on a cold, lonely stretch of road with nothing but the woods to keep company. Lydia purposefully avoided night travels here, but babies did not keep time, and Goody Louder’s child had chosen to make entry in the witching hour. As a physician and midwife, it was Lydia’s purpose to see to the birth, and what a child he was. Healthy and rowdy, the stout babe named John had a roar not to be ignored. The first instance of life never failed to

bring joy, to make Lydia forget. But now an unsavory reminder of her past misdeed rested in the dirt, nearly buried in forest litter.

And he was not alone. A stallion, the same pitch as the night, danced and pawed the earth. Its capsized rider jerked, his long frame shuddering when the hooves clipped his torso. Might he be alive?

“Easy,” Lydia said, fighting for her own control as she edged closer. She placed her hand on the animal’s rump, her fingers tingling alongside the quivering flesh. The contact revealed tightly bunched muscles alongside a tension made visible in the rolling whites of the beast’s eyes. “Easy, boy.”

At the more intimate distance, she could see the man’s leg caught in the stirrup and bent unnaturally to his position on the ground. He’d fallen from his mount. Had he been dragged? What bit of the path visible in the night showed little sign of disturbance, though the wind might easily have stirred the leaves to hide

remnants of a struggle.

A smell of sweat mingled with a distant trace of smoke, hinting danger. The horse snorted and hopped, the strain on the stirrup eliciting a groan from the prone man. Would he lash out from his pain?

Lydia bundled her nerves against the perceived threat and scoffed at her insecurities. This stranger was in no position to cause her harm, but should he try, the mistake would be his.

She had killed before, and she would gather within herself to do it again.

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Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). Though she adores romantic suspense, she writes in many genres. Her ever-growing roster of releases may be found at http://sarahballance.com.

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Poisoned Web

The Deizian Empire

Book Two

Crista McHugh


Cover Artist: Jaycee Delorenzo

at Sweet ‘N Spicy Designs

Genre: Fantasy Romance /

SF Romance / Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 978-1-940559-99-5

Number of pages: 278

Word Count:  78K


Book Description:

The fate of the empire hangs on one slave breaking her silence…

As the Deizian Empire prepares for the upcoming wedding of Emperor Titus Sergius Flavus and Azruha, one mystery remains unsolved—the sudden and unexplained death of the former emperor. And as her wedding gift to Titus, Azurha wants to give him answers. She suspects an unknown poison was involved, and her search for the truth enlists two unlikely allies.

Modius Varro’s thirst for knowledge caused an uproar in Emona three years ago and exiled him to the border town of Madrena. But when Titus falls victim to the same poison, his expertise in medicine becomes essential in solving both the riddle of the former emperor’s death and finding a cure to save the current one. His search leads him to far reaches of the Alpirion realm, to an ancient culture shrouded in secrets, and into the arms of one slave who must break her silence to save the empire.


Short Excerpt:

A roar ripped through the city of Emona, slapping against the walls of the Imperial Palace and making them quake under the force of the noise. The members of the Legion stiffened, their fingers tightening around the hilts of their swords. And all but two of the slaves ran deeper into the inner confines of the palace.

Izana and Farros stood in the middle of the courtyard, refusing to shrink in fear like the other Alpirions.

She glanced at her fellow slave, meeting his gaze in a silent challenge before bolting toward the outer wall. Neck and neck, they raced, the sun beating down on their skin and the thin shimmer of sweat that coated it. Izana ducked under Farros’s well-muscled arms when they reached the narrow staircase to the upper ramparts, using her smaller size to her advantage. She wanted to be the first person to see the newly engaged imperial couple enter the palace. She needed to see her mistress wearing the crown proclaiming her to be the future empress. And she prayed that this would be the first step in gaining freedom for her people.

Her lungs burned in protest as she ran into the wall, but her heart leaped with joy. Even though the carriage carrying Emperor Sergius and his bride-to-be was over a mile down the road, the crowd still cheered outside the palace walls. The people loved Lady Azurha, loved that she had been one of them, that she had walked along these very streets before she found her way into the palace and won the heart of the emperor. By now, the whole city knew how she’d saved his life from Pontus, one of the emperor’s cousins who coveted the throne for himself.

But very few knew the whole truth—that Azurha was the Rabbit, the most feared assassin in the empire. Varro had made those directly attending to the imperial couple swear to this a secret, but how quickly had the gossip spread before he made them take that oath?

Farros leaned against the wall beside her, his massive chest still heaving from their race. Did he know the truth?

“I think my lady’s fears were for naught,” she said, sweeping her hand toward the crowded streets below. “Look at how they cheer for an Alpirion empress.”

His dark eyes glinted with cynicism. “They cheer now, but how long do you think it will last? How many Deizians will bend their knee to a former slave?”

“More than you think.” But his words jabbed a sliver of fear into her chest. She chewed her bottom lip as she started counting the enemies Lady Azurha had made in the last three weeks. For starters, there was Governor Hostilius and his spoiled daughter, Claudia. Not to mention some other Deizians who believed the emperor was soiling the royal line by marrying a woman outside their race.

As though he knew what she’d been thinking, Farros gave a slow nod. “The Deizians may be few, but they hold all the power.” The muscle rippled along his jaw before he added, “For now.”

Nervous laughter bubbled up from her throat. “Are you suggesting someone is plotting to overthrow the emperor and his people?”

“Our people managed to withstand Deizian conquest for centuries.”

The dark intensity of his statement quickened her pulse. She took a step back, studying the man beside her. Farros was built more for the gladiatorial ring than the imperial household, where he worked in the stables. The sleeves of his tunic rose high enough to partially expose a tattoo on the inside of his bicep. He stared at the procession below, the sun reflecting off his freshly shaven head and coppery skin, the corded muscles in his forearms flexing as he pumped his hands into fists. If he wanted, he could snap her neck in a matter of seconds.

He looked back to her, his face sliding into the flirtatious smile he normally wore around her. Only now, she knew it was a mask. She’d glimpsed the man behind it.

“Why do you look so worried, Izana?”

“Because you talk like a man destined for trouble.”

Farros took her hand and pulled her back to the wall, caging her between his body and the stone bricks. The pounding of her heart drowned out the celebration below, but she still heard his low voice whispering in her ear, “As slaves, we’ve been told that as long as we obey our masters, we have nothing to fear. But that may not always be the case.”

Her breath caught, giving her a few precious seconds to choose her words carefully. “You are not my master.”

“Come now, Izana,” he continued, his hot breath bathing the hollow of her neck where the mark of her former owner was still visible. “How many men have mastered you over the years?”

Fury sizzled through her veins, driving away her fear. She rammed her elbow under his ribs. The air whooshed out of his lungs, and his arms retracted to cradle his injury, allowing her to escape. She retreated until she was well out of arm’s reach before replying, “I’m no longer engaged in that business, and unless you wish for me to tell my mistress everything, you’ll keep your hands to yourself.”

Her feet flew down the stairs in tempo with her pulse, never stopping until she was safely within the palace. Thankfully, Farros didn’t give chase. He was probably still doubled over on the ramparts.

Varro, the palace steward, stood beside the locked doors leading to the emperor’s private quarters. He pressed his hand against the plate as she approached, his brown eyes never missing a thing. “Is something wrong, Izana?”

She shook her head. “The sun was very warm today. I’m sure Lady Azurha will be ready for a dip in the tepidarium when she returns.”

Varro nodded, even though his expression told her he didn’t quite believe her. It didn’t matter. Once she was behind those doors, she was safe. But despite the cool tile beneath her bare feet, her cheeks still burned, and her gut twisted as though it held a den of snakes.

From now on, she needed to be wary of Farros.


About the Author:

Growing up in small town Alabama, Crista relied on story-telling as a natural way for her to pass the time and keep her two younger sisters entertained.

She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.

Just for laughs, here are some of the jobs she’s had in the past to pay the bills: barista, bartender, sommelier, stagehand, actress, morgue attendant, and autopsy assistant.

And she’s also a recovering LARPer. (She blames it on her crazy college days)


For the latest updates, deleted scenes, and answers to any burning questions you have, please check out her webpage  www.CristaMcHugh.com


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