Hinder by: Kristin Ping

Book Title: Hinder: A Bender’s Novel

Author: Kristin Ping

Series: The Guardian of Monsters

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Release Date: 15th May 2018

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Ethan Sutcliff seems like a normal seventeen-year-old—at least that’s what he’s trying to portray. In a secret society run by the Supernaturals, Ethan is what witches call a Bender. Benders are Witches’ Guardians, who are able to control a witches’ ability, bend it, or move it away from harming humans. In Ethan’s case, he is able to bend the Earth element. But at the age of fifteen, he lost all connection to it, and the reasons behind it could only mean one of two things: His Wielder is either dead, or hiding out somewhere.

Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother—a Fire Wielder, and her father—a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.

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I cast my gaze around and found a guy staring in my direction. He was extremely tall and kind of cute with his messy, dark blond hair. I looked immediately away. My heart started to beat a few beats faster. Keep it together, I told myself sternly.

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Kristin resides in South Africa with her husband, two beautiful girls and two bulldogs that tries to eat her house.

She has been writing for the past eight years and her first debut novel, Hinder: A Bender's novel will be published 2018 by Fire Quill Publishing.

When she isn't writing, she is spending her time with her family, or trying to teach her two bulldogs to not eat her house. You can find more about Kristin at www.authorkristinping.com

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Hell and Back by: Dirk Greyson w/ Giveaway

Title: Hell and Back

Author: Dirk Greyson

Series: Standalone

Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance, LGTBQA, Military Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: Oct 27 2017

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

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Seventeen years ago, Forge Reynolds fell in love… and had his heart broken.  When Gage Livingston was brought into Forge’s Army field hospital, temporarily paralyzed, Forge sat with him, read his letters, answered his mail, and formed a connection he thought would last. But Gage was sent home, Forge transferred to a new post, and Forge’s letters to Gage went unanswered.

Now, in the middle of a bitter divorce, Forge is sick and tired of his husband’s manipulation and is almost ready to make any sacrifice to get closure, and then he finds Granger murdered execution-style in their home. Forge had no idea about Granger’s illicit activities, but the killers don’t believe that. They think Forge has something they want, and they’re coming after him.

When Forge’s lawyer arranges for professional protection, the last face Forge expects to see is Gage’s. Can he even contemplate a second chance for them after almost two decades or will hoping only lead to more heartache? Before they can explore the possibilities, they must figure out what information Granger had—and others are willing to kill for—or that possible heartache could become a certainty

Gage went through the house to turn out the interior lights before settling in the family room in front of the television with the volume on low, listening for anything out of the ordinary. One thing the Army had done a good job of training into him was patience. He could sit in a mostly empty house and listen for nothing for hours.

A lot of his jobs were hurry up and wait. This one had seemed like it would be more active. When the call had come in to the office, he’d been about to go off duty. Margie, his receptionist, had relayed who was calling and what they needed.  That woman never seemed to sleep and had forwarded the office phone to her cell..  There had been no one else available, so he’d sprung into action and hurried home to get a bag together. It wasn’t until he’d been driving and Margie called to give him the particulars that he’d heard the name and nearly run off the road.

After all these years, to run into Forge again, and under these circumstances….

He turned toward the stairs and got up to make a round through the house, then checked outside just to ensure everything was quiet.

Forge Reynolds. Gage sat down, turned off the television, and retrieved his bag to pull out his iPad so he could read for a while. After a few minutes of reading the same page over and over, he set it aside, leaned back, and closed his eyes. Concentration wasn’t something he had at the moment.

Almost instantly he was lying in a hospital bed.

He’d been hit with shrapnel, a ton of it if what he’d been told was true, and a piece had nicked his upper spine. He couldn’t walk or use his arms at first. And he’d never forget the day a man, about his own age, sat in the chair next to his bed and picked up the pile of letters on his tray. They hadn’t wanted to transport him in case it caused more damage, and his family couldn’t visit him where he was, so old-fashioned communication was the best way.

“Would you like me to read them to you?” The man’s voice had been mellow and gentle, at odds with most things in the Army.

“Please,” he’d said softly. At least he’d been able to talk.

Forge had opened the first envelope and read Gage the letter from his mother, then a second one. The third envelope contained one from his mother and one from his dad, and Forge read both. Gage had been tired and fallen asleep, but when he woke, the man was still there. He picked up a pen and paper and asked if he wanted to write a letter. “My name’s Specialist Forge Reynolds, by the way. I never did tell you.”

“Gage Staff Sergeant Livingston. Gage,” he’d croaked, hating the way his voice sounded. He remembered feeling useless, helpless, and wanting to die. And when he’d dictated that first letter, all of it had come out in a burst of self-pity and loathing that Forge had faithfully written down, showed to him, and then ripped to shreds.

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Dirk is very much an outside kind of man.  He loves travel and seeing new things.  Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades.  He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job.  But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built.  Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends. 

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The Goddess of Fortune by: Andrew Blencowe

Title: The Goddess of Fortune

Author: Andrew Blencowe

Series: Standalone Title

Genre: Historical Speculative Fiction/ Alternate History

Publisher: Hamilton Bay Publishing

Release Date: Mar 24 2014

Edition/ Formats: 1^st Edition ~ Formats: eBook & Print

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What if, by the passing of just two events, Japan and Germany had won World War 2?

The Goddess of Fortune is a work of alternative fiction in which history is re-explored, in sometimes surprising ways:

·       Beautiful Louise, while only 24 years old, uses her intelligence, wiles, and body to dominate the so-called "stronger sex."

·       Kaito Sasaki of the Bank of Tokyo, inspired by Lenin (“The best way to destroy the capitalist system is to debauch the currency”), proves just that with his printing of U.S. 100 dollar bills.

·       The treachery of Hermann "Fatso" Goering is uncovered and his punishment is swift.

As a work of historical fiction, Goddess reveals the private foibles, quirks, and lusts of the famous of the period.

Prepare to re-imagine history, get The Goddess of Fortune today.

 “I can retire, I will go quietly. Paul can tell the world I am ill.”

Without saying a word, the host moved to the desk and pressed a hidden electric buzzer. Four SS guards entered the room; the host nodded. With the authority of the German Chancellor, the four lifted Goering bodily and stood him against the cold concrete wall.

Goering’s eyes opened wide.

“You can’t be...”

Before he could finish his sentence the four had discharged their Lugers. The corpse of the former Great War flying ace—leader of the late Red Baron’s Flying Circus—slumped to the floor.

“Get rid of him,” the host said flatly, as if ordering one of his favorite cream tarts.

“Bury him behind the greenhouse. Use the picks to break the frozen ground.”

Paul and the host left, taking with them the folders.

Once back in the great room, the host said,

“What the hell was he thinking; did he not realize the implications? With your radio work and my performances, we’ve neatly been able to trick the world. The rest of the world wonders openmouthed at the power and the solidarity of the German juggernaut. Damn, if the world actually knew how frail we actually are, how brittle this spider’s web I try to hold together. Jesus. Remember when we marched into the Rhineland in ‘36? I know those fools in the Wehrmacht were ready to skin me alive if the democracies so much as farted. But as the British and French did nothing, our Struggle survived to live another day. Do you think the British are weak and as brittle as we are? Surely not—they cannot be that frail and fragile. For one thing, they have a wonderful ruling class. And that big moat, of course. But we have to be so, so careful. You know, I loved Hermann, and he had so many great and redeeming features, but perhaps it was the morphine for the shoulder. Perhaps it was the loss of his Swedish princess. Perhaps it was... God, I don’t know. He was such a tower of strength. Such a titan.”

Paul nodded at the host’s puerile musings. Business-like, as always, he said,

“Well, we’ll announce that he was killed by the Resistance while visiting France. Always good to bank some grievances, real or imagined. If the truth ever does get out, we will simply deny it; we should be safe for at least six months. Now regarding these files, I see absolutely no reason to keep them or the film. Yes, of course you are correct, there are other copies—those fucking French can be depended on to try to fuck us, but thank goodness we found this out now and not later.”

Back in the great room, Paul fed one sheet at a time on to the fire. Even the plain, buff-colored manila folders themselves were burnt. The cellulose film burnt with an acrid smell and filled the great room with lachrymose fumes. After a few minutes, all that remained was the charred steel spool.

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  Originally from Melbourne, Australia, Andrew Blencowe discovered at an early age what it was like to live on the edge of life. During his high school years he dropped out to become a motorcycle racer. Smitten by computers in his early twenties, he went on to become founder and CEO of an international software company with offices on five continents. It is his international perspective and a drive to challenge assumptions that influence his writing interests.

   As a weekend student of history, one point he noticed over and over was how a seemingly trivial action had such immense consequences. Regarding this point of minute actions, it is akin to a 1,000-ton boulder balanced precariously on a steel knife edge; at present still, but with the smallest nudge, an army of men cannot stop the monolith from rolling down the hill.

   Another reoccurring point was how people's time frames are always myopically short; Zhou Enlai, when asked in the early 1970s about the significance of the French Revolution, was reputed to have answered, "Too early to say".

   This myopia is daily becoming worse and worse as the destruction of the intellect by mobile "telephones" accelerates. Combined with iPads and other electronic reading devices, the ability of the human mind to think and ponder disturbance-free is being destroyed one interruption at a time.

   These are some of the main threads in Blencowe's novels - the arrogance and massive overconfidence in the new (blithely and wrongly considered better); the panoply of quick fixes rather than a thoughtful analysis of the unexpected consequences of these often dangerous modern expedients.

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Taming the Beast by: Andrew Grey w/ Creative Post & Giveaway

Title: Taming the Beast  

Author: Andrew Grey

Series: Standalone

Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: Oct 13 2017

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The suspicious death of Dante Bartholomew’s wife changed him, especially in the eyes of the residents of St. Giles. They no longer see a successful businessman… only a monster they believe was involved. Dante’s horrific reputation eclipses the truth to the point that he sees no choice but to isolate himself and his heart.

The plan backfires when he meets counselor Beau Clarity and the children he works with. Beau and the kids see beyond the beastly reputation to the beautiful soul inside Dante, and Dante’s cold heart begins to thaw as they slip past his defenses. The warmth and hope Beau brings to Dante’s life helps him see his entire existence—his trials and sorrows—in a brighter light.

But Dante’s secrets could rip happiness from their grasp… especially since someone isn’t above hurting those Dante has grown to love in order to bring him down.

Dante turned back to Bobby. “Do you know what we’re going to have for dinner?”

“Roast beef and potatoes and beans.” Bobby made a face. “I don’t like beans.”

“Bobby,” Beau said gently.

“Why not? They’re good, and they make you grow up big and strong. My mom always made me eat my green beans, and look at me.” He sat up straight, and Bobby’s eyes widened.

“These are green and yellow beans together,” Beau clarified.

“Even better. The yellow ones make you smarter. I really like those. And it’s good to be smart.” Dante nudged Bobby. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you eat all your beans, then after dinner, I’ll see if they have any ice cream for dessert.”

Bobby shook his head. “There’s cake.” He pushed out his lower lip. “I can’t have cake. It has gluten in it.” He turned away, his little shoulders drooping.

“I see.” Dante pulled out his phone and made a very quick call to Harriet at the house, then began to eat. When he was done with his starter, his salad was placed in front of him, and he ate it slowly. As he finished, the lady from the other couple, who had been quiet so far, asked him about what the Foundation did. “It’s to better the people and community of St. Giles and Maryland in general, though we localize our work to the Eastern Shore. We take proposals from anyone and evaluate them for community impact and need.”

“Do you get anything out of it?” she asked.

“I own the porcelain works, and half the profits go into the Foundation. We invest the money and then arrange to distribute the earnings through our projects. The principal is never touched, and so far it has grown each year through contributions.” Dante finished his salad and glanced at Bobby, who was carefully eating one piece of lettuce at a time.

“I’m Clyde Harrison, and this is my wife, Jean. I’m a second-shift foreman at the porcelain works.” He reached across the table to shake hands, and Jean did the same. They both seemed nervous, like if they said one wrong thing, Dante would fire him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jean.” He turned to Clyde. “I’ve seen you at the plant.” He thought for a second. “You were the one who came up with the idea to reroute the laboratory-ware line last year. That was a great idea, and it’ll be done next month. We figure it will save us quite a bit.” Dante had already arranged a bonus for him, but he’d let that work through the channels.

The conversation died, and Dante turned to Bobby, who had eaten about half his salad and seemed to be finished. “Are you done?” Dante asked him, and Bobby nodded. The servers collected their plates and brought the dinners.

“Do I have to eat all this?” Bobby whispered. “Mama says I have to clean my plate and not waste food.” He looked at him and then at Beau.

“Just eat what you want and have some of the beans.” Dante winked, and Bobby took a bite of the beans and ate a few before starting on the rest. Beau helped Bobby cut his meat, and then the kid ate like a trooper. “Is it good?” Dante asked.

Bobby grinned, nodded, and went back to eating. Dante took a few bites and ate a little of the roast beef. It was okay. The potatoes weren’t exceptional. He ate the vegetables and enough of the rest to make his hunger abate and then waited for his plate to be cleared.

As the conversation in the room increased while the courses were changed, Dante excused himself and left the room. Roberts stood waiting for him. “Harriet added some ice to make sure this stayed cold.”

“Thank you.” Dante took the small cooler bag and carried it back into the banquet room. Pieces of cake had been distributed, with one sitting in front of each place, including Bobby’s, taunting the poor kid. Dante moved the cake aside and opened the bag. Dante took out a bowl of Harriet’s homemade chocolate ice cream and set it at Bobby’s place. “Guaranteed gluten-free.”

“Thank you!” Bobby said and began to eat like he hadn’t just had dinner.

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Divination by: Isaiyan Morrison w/ Creative Post & Giveaway

Author: Isaiyan Morrison

Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#4)

Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: Oct 17 2017   

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“At this rate, regardless if we manage to place our Queen back where she belongs, Deamhan will be extinct before this century ends.”

With Amenirdis, the Queen of Limbo, on the loose, Minneapolis is no longer a safe haven for Deamhan; psychic vampires who’ve considered this city their home.

Those who’ve chosen to stay behind are forced to deal with her rage and desire for anarchy and it won’t be an easy task.

With other supernatural creatures slithering into their territory and sanguine vampires gathering in immense force, Deamhan suddenly find themselves outnumbered on their turf.

 The Queen of Limbo is no slouch. She demands respect and obedience. For those who grovel at her feet are the only ones who’ll be spared from her wrath.

He raised himself from his bed. “I don’t want to, not like I could anyway.” His craving grew. Realizing that he couldn’t hold it back any longer, he made his way to the door. “I’m feeling smothered.” He also couldn’t control his eyes from changing colors. “I need to get out of here.” His dry mouth cracked as he spoke. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead and landed on his hand. Deamhan couldn’t sweat!

“I’ll get Anastasia.”

Her voice enticed and ate at him. “I know what it is. Being sick is just making me super hungry. I’m going to hunt.” He grabbed the handle and squeezed it until it shattered in his grasp. A large wooden fragment embedded itself into his palm and he pulled it out.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hallie positioned herself in front of the door. “You should relax and stay here. I’ll grab Ana.”

“You think she can save you, don’t you?” He placed his hand on her cheek.

She moved her head back. “Remy… you’re scaring me.”

He smiled. In Deamhan speed, he grasped her shoulders and tossed her back toward the bed. Before she landed, he ran to her, pinned her to the ground, and placed his lips over her own. I just need a little, he kept telling himself. But when that ‘little’ turned to more, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

Hallie pushed him off her with enough strength that he skittered back and caught his footing before falling over. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “What the hell was that?!”

He smiled. “Stop crying and come back over here.”

“No. Stay back.” She scooted back on the floor.

“Don’t you want me to get better?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then get the hell over here!!!”

She jumped at his demand. “This isn’t you.”

“C’mon, how long have we known each other?” He crept to her.

“Remy…”

“I would never hurt you, Hallie.” He smiled. “I just want to get better, that’s all. I just want the craving to stop.”

“We don’t feed from other Deamhan. We can’t!”

“Just a small taste. That’s it.” Then I’ll devour every inch of your body. The urge to feed from her returned. This time, he didn’t want a piece of her. Instead, he wanted all of her. “Just a taste.”

He moved in to feed again when he heard Anastasia’s howling voice behind him.

“Get away from her!”

Her loud and demanding voice rang in his ears. He felt her hand grip the back of his neck. “You’ll kill her.”

“I don’t care!” Feeling her grip tighten, he tried to break her grasp to no avail. With another Deamhan in the room, his hunger grew tenfold. “Let me go.”

“Would you listen to yourself? You’ve gone mad.” She pushed him toward the bathroom. Through all the pain, he felt twirling inside his body; nothing felt worse than being unable to satisfy his hunger.

When he finally looked at his reflection, he suddenly understood their concerns. The black goo that ran from his wound also seeped from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, staining them. He wiped it away but it continued to drip. Coming to terms with what he just did, he leaned against the wall, defeated.

“The toxins are making you irrational.” She let him go.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he mumbled. “This… Anastasia… this isn’t good.”

“I know. But it can be fixed.”

“That’s what Amenirdis wants. She wants you to find her so she can force you to drink from her again and control you.”

“No, I think she’s desperate.” She placed her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “No matter. I got this.”

His eyes turned to Hallie. “My littlest Deamhan, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She held her head high. “I’m more worried about you.”

“I think for everyone’s safety, you need to be chained downstairs.”

“Next to Kenneth?” His eyes widened.

“Yes, until I get back with the blood.”

“No way in hell I’m going down there,” he flat out refused. “I’m okay now. I know what’s going on. I can control it.”

“Remy, you’re going.” She placed herself in front of him. “If you don’t, you’ll force me to do something I don’t want to.”

He knew exactly what that meant. “At least if you killed me, it’d be quick.” He wiped the goo away again. When push came to shove, Anastasia used her strength and age to make him do what she wanted him to do. There was no getting around it.

“Let’s go,” she urged him to walk to the door.

“At least reconsider going out there.”

“If I don’t go, you’ll die.”

“So you really do care about me?” He couldn’t believe his ears and her newfound stance. It was completely different from the Anastasia from the past.

“Shut up and walk.” She pushed him forward.

“Whatever you say.” He smiled.

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Hallie. A Tit for a Tat by: Isaiyan Morrison w/ Giveaway

Title: Hallie. A Tit for A Tat

Author: Isaiyan Morrison

Series: Deamhan Tales Book 3 /Deamhan Chronicles Book 3.5

Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction

Publisher: Self Published

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I'm no killer. I'm not like them. Who am I kidding? I'm exactly like them.

I, Hallie Mortenson, didn’t asked to be sired and thrown into a ditch. I never asked for my life to be turned upside down or to live in a world where sunlight is nothing more than a fading memory.

It’s against The Dictum to sire someone as young as me, but no Deamhan pays attention to those rules anymore. With the entire world against us, we’re more concerned with survival and avoiding the feeling of being suffocated rather than adapting to the drama we inherited.

I think I’m starting to learn that lesson…slowly. However, with threat looming around every corner, my sire’s return to the city is making things worse. He has a secret agenda; one which involves a very old and powerful Deamhan bent on revenge against his sire line, which includes me.

I keep telling myself that I’m not like them and that there has to be more to life than this.

I am a Deamhan and this is my story.

Running back and forth from one place to another would make anyone tired, but not Deamhan. There’s something about running at tremendous speed, with the wind slapping against your face, which felt right. For me it felt like I was part of something bigger and better than who I was. It was liberating to be under the nighttime sky, especially when there were other Deamhan and a vampire running with you.

The city was dead quiet when we arrived at Dark Sepulcher, the vampire club of all vampire clubs. There were a few human walking about but not enough to notice or feel threatened. I was able to pick up on several different scents from the other side: food, old water, and vampires but nothing that resembled a Deamhan. Alexis knocked on the front door and soon heard slow footsteps approaching and the faint sound of someone grabbing onto the doorknob.

When the door opened, we stood face to face with a short, stocky bald black male. He was shirtless. A cigarette dangled in his mouth and his brown eyes looked us over. Alexis smiled at his appearance and he returned the gesture.

“Is everything ready?” she asked.

The vampire puffed out his chest and stepped aside. “Yeah. They’re all waiting inside.”

“They?” Still uncomfortable with going into what she called ‘the vampire’s den,’ Ji didn’t want to move an inch further. I calmed her by grabbing her hand.

“Lambert’s a friend to us,” I whispered.

“He’s your friend. Not mine.”

Alexis walked and I followed with Ji and Tank close behind me. When the vampire male slammed the door shut, Ji jumped and her eyes grew dark. I squeezed her hand and continued to tell her that everything was going to be fine. However, I had no idea what awaited us when we walked beyond the black drapes which separated the front area from the immense interior. There were too many vampires to count and their scents made my own senses go into overdrive. Then came the hunger pains. They felt like my stomach gnawed on itself. Suddenly these vampires began to look delicious.

Lambert sat at the bar with his right hand holding onto a cup of blood and his left hand resting on his leg. Everything I knew about him, I learned from Remy and the others. Before he was turned into a vampire, he’d lived a mercenary lifestyle which had made him the hard and sometimes unremorseful individual we knew today. He was a warrior and raided villages with his band of mercenaries. He was responsible for the deaths of countless families and he kept the head of his victims as trophies. He was also a born leader.

“Lambert!” Tank held his arms out as if the vampire would embrace him like a long, lost friend. “How have you been? Looks like you’ve been doing good for yourself!”

Lambert stood up from his stool. He wore a long white shirt that extended to his knees and dark pants. His dark hair was slicked back.

“You’re lucky that I have an interest in Hallie’s wellbeing.” He sipped from his cup. “If it wasn’t for her, you’d be in my dungeon right now.”

“Why do you and your vampire girlfriend always resort to torture threats?” Amused, Tank took one look at the horde of vampires under Lambert’s beck and call.

Alexis sauntered over to him. Lambert took notice and he gently placed a kiss on her cheek.

I searched the vampire crowd, hoping to see Remy or Enlai. Unable to find them, I asked Lambert if they’d been in Dark Sepulcher.

“I have my vampires looking for them now. When they find them, they’ll bring them here. Don’t worry.” He smiled.

“So, they’re still alive?” Ji asked.

“Yes. Surprisingly, Zila let them live.”

“Of course she did. They aren’t her targets,” Tank replied. “I am.”

“And what to do about that…” Lambert tapped his chin in thought. “Oh! I know.” He clapped his hands and the vampires in the club moved quick to surround us. Unaware of what was going on, I prepared myself for anything.

“So, that’s your plan?” Tank’s smile dissipated from his face. “To kill me? You know better than that Lambert.”

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Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved Pitt bull.

She's the author of The Deamhan Chronicles, The Deamhan Tales, The Brotherhood Files and the novel, Old Farmer's Road. 

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