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The Descendants The Descendants Series Book 1 by Destiny Hawkins Genre: Dark Fantasy

Fail the tests and become a slave. Display defectiveness and be put to death. Monroe Academy was built to separate the weak from the strong. Pass the biyearly leveling and be released into society upon graduation. Fail to be promoted and be stripped of rank and forced into servitude. That was a rule that applied to all but Rayah Bardeau. A student of Monroe Academy, branded as a Null because of her absence of Lighter energy. With her mother standing as a slave in her place, Rayah was given until the age of twenty to make level six, but at nineteen-years-old and with only eight months until her twentieth birthday, she was only a mere level one. The same level she’s been since she was ten. With the stress of her upcoming test, the loss of a friend, and the constant wrongdoings towards her, Rayah could only dream of escaping from Lytonia, and escape she did. Only, when she awakened in her dorm, she couldn’t distinguish if she had only dreamt of meeting Soren, a wild and adventurous defect in the Wild Lands, or if she had somehow used her Lighter Form to get there. But only the elite ― the most powerful of Lighters ― could tap into their Lighter Forms. Right? And what was the dark energy she used when she and Soren were attacked by Depleters? Was Rayah really as powerless as she thought? Was she a defect? And if she used dark energy, could she call herself a Lighter at all? Bestselling author Destiny Hawkins brings you the first installment of a gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that doesn’t accept the weak…or the defective. “When I started reading this book I was not prepared for the sheer level of adventure I would experience. This book is along the same lines as the Divergent series, and just as action packed!” ★★★★★ “Given how many books I read, it’s not often I can say that I haven’t seen something before, but this storyline is unlike anything I’ve read.” ★★★★★ “This is completely different from what I’m used to reading….but I definitely fell in love with this world that Destiny Hawkins created.” ★★★★★ **Only $1.50!!**Goodreads * Amazon

The Calling The Descendants Series Book 2

She was given a second chance to prove that she could fall in line, but with her lack of power, that would be impossible. Rayah’s entire life, she’d always been different from everyone else, and in Lytonia, being different was treated as a crime, but in her case, she was granted a pass. In only a few months, she had to present her abilities to the council and prove to them that she was worthy of walking the halls of Monroe Academy, but Artemis, her tormentor and superior officer, would stop at nothing to keep her from excelling. Being powerless and not proving herself meant that she would be transitioned into a slave, and Artemis would become her master. What Rayah realized was that she wasn’t as powerless as she thought. For weeks she had been able to do things that only the elite lighters could do, and even though this meant that she was strong, it made her more different than she could have ever imagined. Rayah went from being weak to possibly being as strong as a Gods Daughter, and she couldn’t tell anyone. The standard colors of a Lytonians powers are white, royal blue, and turquoise blue. Hers were black… Bestselling author Destiny Hawkins brings you the second installment of a gripping dark fantasy where a powerless girl must survive in a society that doesn’t accept the weak…or the defective. **On Sale for Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Destiny Hawkins is a multi-genre author with a dark imagination and a love for magic. She enjoys cooking, running, swimming, listening to music, reading, and of course watching anime filled with fantasy! Her favorite genres to read and work in are Fantasy, LGBT, Paranormal, Romance, Dystopian, Sci-fi, and young adult. After three years of writing she has published almost 20 books and she has many more coming! Website * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Gone. One minute Tristan was here, and the next he wasn’t. Only two days ago we watched the two
moons rise, and it was only two days ago when we almost kissed, but this morning he was taken away
from me, and I will never see him again. Once a student was made into a slave, it was forbidden for them
to ever see their friends or family again, and that was exactly what Tristan was going to be transitioned
into in only a few hours. They were going to strip him of his rank, disregard that he was born into the Vex
class, and put a collar around his neck that could kill him at the push of a button.
This morning two officers marched into Tristan’s dorm and dragged him out. I stood there, shocked,
as he kicked and screamed, begging for a second chance. He was a level five Vex, which would have
been alright if he hadn’t turned twenty today.
At the age of twenty, a student of Monroe Academy was to be tested on their lighter abilities and
hopefully advanced up to level six. Ever since Tristan was enrolled ten years ago, he’d never had trouble
leveling up, but this time he struggled to get his powers to strengthen. This time, the council didn’t
believe him strong enough to earn a level six patch, and now he had to serve his nation in another way.
He had to serve the high class Vexes and ensure their happiness. The happier the people, the lower the
chances of there ever being chaos in our world again.
At least that’s what we were taught.
The navy-blue leather suit I was wearing grew hot as I walked down the hall towards my dorm. All I
could think about was the terrified look on Tristan’s face as he was dragged away. We had only made eye
contact for a moment, but in that moment, I remembered the night he told me that the council had leveled
him up and were going to send him his level six patch to his dorm. They usually gave them out right
away, but Tristan said that they’d somehow run out and had to order more. Now I knew that he was only
lying keep me from worrying on our last night together, but I wished that he would’ve told me. I wished
that I would’ve been prepared for the aching pain growing in my chest.
My throat burned as a few of the other students passed me by, giving me dirty looks. I was sure that
most of them had blamed me for Tristan’s failure. I was a Null after all. Someone that couldn’t produce
even a speck of light. We were lighters, citizens of the Lighter Nation and beings that could produce an
energy-a light-that was taught to be used as a weapon to protect our nation from any outside enemies.
Lighters had to be strong, disciplined, and hard workers. If one couldn’t reach their required level at a
certain age, then they were done for. Given up on, and there were no second chances. At least for
everyone else. I was the only student ever given another opportunity to level up, but at a cost that would
forever weigh on my conscience.
The dorm hall had oddly cleared as I neared my door. I barely even took notice to how the few
students still lingering averted their eyes from me. Maybe they thought that any contact with a Null would
hinder them from advancing to the next level, or maybe they all recognized the haunted expression on my
face and couldn’t bear to look. Many had lost loved ones to our glorious society and could have been all
too familiar with the expression. One where the face paled and the eyes brimmed with tears, reddening
before the droplets even fell.

Finally arriving to my door, I swiped my card through the slot on the wall and waited for the door to
slide open. As soon as it did, I felt myself being roughly shoved inside and fell onto my hands and knees.
Before I could even get up, an arm wrapped around my throat, tightening so that not a drop of air could
get through, and when I heard the door slide shut behind me, alarms began to blare in my mind. This was
bad. Really bad. Not only would screaming for help be ineffective, but I couldn’t fight my attacker either.
“I told you that I would get you alone, didn’t I? Fucking Null.”

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Lifeliners by Stefan Vucak Genre: Science Fiction

When everybody is against them, it is tough being a lifeliner, as Nash Bannon found out. Lifeliners are ordinary people…almost. They can draw energy from another person; they live longer and are smarter. Scientists claim that Western high-pressure living and growing sterility in developed countries has triggered the rise of lifeliners, and homo sapiens will replaced by homo renata within ten generations. So, what’s not to like about lifeliners? Protest marches by extremist groups, riots, attacks against lifeliners, repressive laws enacted by governments everywhere, were portents of a dark future. Young, successful, Nash Bannon did not like what was going on, but he thought he had the world at his feet and life in Australia was good, provided no one found out he was a lifeliner. A chance encounter with Cariana during a lunchbreak develops into something he considered important. The Australian government calls a snap election, and Nash stands as a Senate candidate on the Lifeliner Party ticket. Unless lifeliners rise up and fight for their rights, they can expect sterilization, incarceration, and possible extermination as democracies everywhere turn into autocracies. To survive, the Lifeliner Party must employ the same dirty tricks the government used against them, but they were not prepared for what awaited them. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Smashwords

Stefan Vucak has written eight Shadow Gods Saga sci-fi novels and six contemporary thrillers. He started writing science fiction while still in college, but didn’t get published until 2001. His Cry of Eagles won the coveted Readers’ Favorite silver medal award, and his All the Evils was the prestigious Eric Hoffer contest finalist and Readers’ Favorite silver medal winner. Strike for Honor won the gold medal. Stefan leveraged a successful career in the Information Technology industry, which took him to the Middle East working on cellphone systems. He applied his IT discipline to create realistic storylines for his books. Writing has been a road of discovery, helping him broaden his horizons. He also spends time as an editor and book reviewer. Stefan lives in Melbourne, Australia. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon* Goodreads

He spotted her sitting alone at a small square table in the open
part of La Asiago along the promenade and the world faded
around him. Dressed in cream slacks and gray business jacket,
flaxen hair spilling across her left shoulder, time stopped and he
stared at this captivating woman alone in her shell, surrounded by
chattering people, yet unreachable. He traced the lines of her
delicate face, the fall of her hair, and a small frown creasing her
forehead that made her perfect.
You don’t want to become involved again, old son!
Probably not, but he could not see any harm in an interesting
lunchtime diversion compared to the alternative of a lonely bench
beside the river, warm sunshine notwithstanding. It might do him
good to seek out some distracting company and wash out the
unpleasant taste of his IBM meeting.
With the exterior section of the restaurant packed and no empty
seats, he took a deep breath and weaved between the tables toward
her. If she didn’t like his approach, she could always tell him to
buzz off. It had happened before. Some women just didn’t want to
be bothered. Peace.
“I don’t mean to intrude, but you seem to have the only spare
seat. May I?”
She glanced around, gave him an appraising look with eyes that
cut and probed, and finally nodded.
“There are tables inside,” she said softly, her clear voice sending
an unexpected tingle down his spine. What the hell was going on?
He reminded himself that this was just lunch—diverting as it might
be—not a romantic encounter.
“Yes, but it’s not the same thing, and it’s too cold and crowded
in there,” he declared as he pulled back a chair.
Her eyebrows rose. “You prefer your own company?”
“Depends on the company,” he said and eased himself down. “I
never take chances I don’t have to.”
“You’re taking a chance now, aren’t you?”
“Sometimes you have to.” He glanced at two David Jones store
shopping bags beside her, and she smiled.

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“I took advantage of a nice day to pick up a few things before
returning to The Alfred,” she explained.
“You’re a doctor?”
The babble of voices around them created a shield of intimacy
and a sense that time had stopped. Even the crowd strolling along
the promenade faded from his view.
“Geneticist.”
“Fascinating line of work,” he said, genuinely interested.
When the waiter arrived, he ordered spiced ravioli and gnocchi
and half a bottle of red Chianti. Shortly afterward, her spaghetti
marinara arrived. Looking at her speculatively, he lifted the bottle.
She frowned and brushed back a stray lock of golden hair.
“Is this your standard gambit when picking up women?”
She had slim, delicate fingers with a subdued red nail polish that
complemented without being gaudy. He imagined fondling those
hands, running his fingers over her smooth skin. Could he be
getting infatuated with a woman he just met? No, this was merely
an interesting meeting with someone attractive and sophisticated.
Still, she had a magnetism he could feel and his soul reached out to
her, warning bells clanging in his head. He clamped a lid on them,
prepared to enjoy this moment.
“I don’t do casual pickups.”
She inclined her head in disbelief. “And I am…”
“A fortuitous and pleasant accident. No spare tables,
remember? Besides, you looked so lonely…”
She lifted a finger. “Don’t push it.”
He grinned at her. “A peace offering, then. A glass of wine?”
“I shouldn’t—”
“It’s a very light Italian red. Won’t do anything to spoil your
day.”
She bit her lower lip, then slid her glass toward him. “Only a
little.”
“Great.”
He poured both of them half a glass. She lowered her fork and
took a cautious sip. Her eyebrows arched and she nodded.

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“Interesting flavor.”
“Glad you like it. By the way, I’m Nash Bannon.”
“Cariana Lambert, and I still think this is a pickup routine.”
Nash winced. “Now I’m hurt. I really—”
Just then, the waiter brought a bowl of steaming ravioli and
gnocchi, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Nash thanked
him, picked up his fork, stabbed one of the gnocchi and popped it
into his mouth. It was nice and chewy the way he liked it and he
relished the tangy mushroom sauce.
Cariana watched him with an amused expression. “That won’t
do much for your waistline,” she remarked dryly.
“It’s my carbs day,” he explained between bites. “I usually have
a mixed salad and fruit juice, but that is not always enough to keep
me fueled and beat off the sharks at work.”
She glanced at her bowl. “I know what you mean. Seeing you
relishing your gnocchi eases my own guilt for being weak.” She
dabbed her lips with a napkin and took another sip of wine. “And
what fills your days, Mr. Bannon?”
“Nash. I do systems integration for IBM.”
“Weren’t they taken over by Facebook?”
“They certainly were. IBM culture was getting stale and needed
an infusion of new methodology and ideas. I have doubts that it
worked, but they run some cutting edge projects.”
“And what are you working on right now?”
“I’m currently managing a major Telstra network program
where everybody is giving me a hard time.”
“Poor you.”
“Your sympathy is appreciated.”
She turned serious. “I did not mean to tease you, and I do
understand, finding myself in a similar position. Doing research
would be fun if it weren’t for the oversight protocols, although
necessary.” She finished the last of her marinara and gathered her
bags. “Thank you for the wine…Nash.”
Dismayed to see her about to leave, his mind raced. He could
not let it end like this. “I enjoyed meeting you and I would enjoy it

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even more if we could do this again, taking more time.”
Now what the hell made him say that! This was supposed to be
a simple lunch without sticky romantic overtones.
She stood and laughed. “Are you always this forthright?”
“I don’t go out much, and meeting someone like you is rare,” he
said quickly and rose, figuring his pickup line could use some
updating. “What do you say?”

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Rebel Sons of the Alpha Book 3 by Addison Carmichael Genre: Paranormal Romance

To avoid a forced, loveless marriage to a man she detests, were-Cougar princess Jade Lamarche escapes to the neutral territory of Santa Barbara, California to finally live life on her own terms. But she discovers this is dangerous country where female Cats are rare and highly sought after by dozens of vicious rogues, and Jade finds herself needing the help and protection of a lone Wolf outcast from his own Pack. A Wolf Pack in a blood feud with her own family’s Cougar Pride. After failing to prevent his friend’s suicide over an unspeakable crime, were-Wolf prince Luke Bryant breaks from the unjust and restrictive laws and constraints of his Pack and disappears into neutral territory. At last he is free from the suffocating expectations of his people and the forced control of his High Alpha father. What Luke didn’t count on was befriending a lone female Cougar who requires his help at every turn in this deadly, untamed Wild West. Or the fact that against every natural law known to were-kind, he’s impossibly developing feelings for her. Deep, taboo feelings. Because one thing is always certain— A Wolf never falls in love with a Cat.Goodreads * Amazon Heir Sons of the Alpha Book 2

It’s bad enough Nicole Gabrielle is a low-ranking Sigma Wolf—she also harbors a taboo secret that would expel her from the Bryant Wolf pack there in the Pacific Northwest. Nicki is half were-Coyote born from the notorious Juarez Coyote Pack. But Nicki has bigger problems. Were-Bear gangsters blackmailed her family, and the only way to pay them off is to doctor her Pack records and disguise herself in order to hire on at the exclusive Timber Ridge community. No matter how hard she tries to fly under everyone’s radar, however, the hot and charming Jake Bryant pursues her with a royal vengeance, risking exposure to her deadly secret. As the High Alpha’s heir apparent, Jake Bryant must abide by one specific Wolf law—he can never marry anyone below his Alpha rank. Unfortunately, his forced-upon fiancée Eva LeBlanc only loves his half-brother Neil. If only he could locate his mystery “Sheila” who rescued him from Arcan Hunters one night twelve years ago. She is the only person who has been able to help him make sense of his chaotic life, and the only woman he’s ever truly desired. With the exception of this intriguing new employee in the Pack organization…who seems strangely familiar.Goodreads * Amazon

Knight Sons of the Alpha Book 1

Alexia Raine has a major problem. She’s being stalked by very dangerous men for some unknown reason, but one that will turn her entire world on its axis. Neil Duran has five major problems. Just when he’s closing in on a vicious werewolf hunter that is kidnapping, torturing and killing their people, he’s pulled from the case by his High Alpha, Rob Bryant, to locate and return the daughter of their most valuable and gifted shifter. If he doesn’t, their entire Wolf Pack in the Pacific Northwest might collapse and lose all hard-won territory, shifting the balance of powers and throwing the entire were-kind species into a world war. Problem one—Alexia Raine never knew her real father. Problem two—She doesn’t even know that shifters or were-kind exist. Problem three—Their rival Pack wants her and will stop at nothing to acquire her for several unspeakable reasons. Problem four—She’s the most aggravating, infuriating, intoxicating woman he’s had the displeasure to rescue. And he may very well be falling in love with her. Problem five—A wolf always finds and protects his mate. Goodreads * Amazon

Beauty and Her Beast Prequel to Sons of the Alpha – Knight

A tale as old as time–with a Paranormal twist! Rebecca Hartford hates Valentine’s Day. That is, until the mysterious, attractive Erik Leonid bursts into the café where she sits eating alone that afternoon. Then her entire world, and all of her preconceptions, turns upside-down and will never be the same. That means learning to love someone from the inside-out regardless of her fears and those seeking to harm them both for their forbidden relationship. She only hopes it will be enough. Goodreads * Amazon

Addison Carmichael has been a storyteller since she was a young girl. Even then every tale she imagined had a romantic element that grabbed front and center. She is absolutely in love with love—giving it, receiving it, then sending it back out into the world. She believes there is something miraculous and supernatural about true love in every form, and incorporates this magical element into all of her stories. Besides reading and writing (blissful addictions), Addison loves the mountains and ocean, and enjoys hiking, camping, horseback riding and star gazing. She also bakes, knits and sews, which she never has enough time for. She attempted mastering several musical instruments, singing, painting, photography, dancing and archery, but always returned to writing and storytelling as the “one true love” of her life. Addison was born and raised in Southern California and has lived and traveled all over the west coast (and the world), now living happily-ever-after with her family in the Pacific Northwest in Snohomish, Washington. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Pinterest * Amazon * Goodreads

Alexia Raine stood frozen from fear or shock or disbelief, unable to move or scream as she stared
down at the bloody heap that was her fellow surgical intern and boyfriend. For all of her training, she
couldn’t even reach down to feel for a pulse. She only gaped at his eyes staring back—fixed, dilated,
glassy.
Dead eyes.
Like him.
“Out of my way, kid.”
The disturbance jolted her out of that horrific memory and back to the present. She might’ve even
thanked the obnoxious Cretan cutting in front of her in the Starbucks line for it, except the bulky, smelly
man nudged in front of a teenager as well.
“Hey, you can’t cut in line!” the boy protested.
“I was here just a minute ago.”
It was the end of a grueling week medical assisting for her uncle who had a general practice in the
outskirts of San Diego. She was just grabbing a vanilla latte before heading to her apartment a few blocks
away. Now she wished she hadn’t even stopped at the coffeehouse.
“No, you weren’t,” the kid.
“I was, and now I’m back. Get over it.”
Alexia might’ve let it pass like everyone else in line. Until the boy nudged his way ahead of the man
who then physically shoved him aside.
“Hey, jerk face, leave the kid alone and go to the end of the line,” she yelled at him.
The man snarled back at her. “Shut up and mind your own business, girl.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Look, Bad Grandpa, if you don’t step back, I’ll give you a shove in the right
direction myself.”
“Just keep your godda—Arrh!”
His arms shot out as steaming coffee splashed down his polo shirt as a four-pack of Grande drips was
dumped onto him.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the lady who lost her load raced out, frantically dabbing his shirt with a bundle of
napkins. “Really, I don’t know—!”
“Just get off me!” he shot back, pushing her away.
Alexia should have felt bad for him, but the guy really deserved it. The look on his face was
priceless too, making her snicker.
He splashed her with a rough shake of his arms. “What, you think this is funny, bitch?”
One of her worst traits—she didn’t take insults well. And no one called her the B-word who didn’t
want to pick his dentures out of the glass entrance door.
Fury prickled her eyes and ears as heat flooded her face and radiated all the way through her veins
and down to her fists now clenched at her sides.
“Have a nice fall on your way out,” she stated hard and deadly through gritted teeth.
Instantly the old man was airborne.
There was a thud and airy “oof” as he landed flat on his back in a puddle of coffee. Two seconds
later he was yelling bloody-murder.
The baristas went into action, two picking up phones as the others circled around the counter. He

thrashed about in his liquid mess like an overturned turtle while threatening legal action as a few do-
gooders tried to help.

Panicking, Alexia shoved through the crowd as fast as she could, then locked herself in the restroom.
Within seconds she vomited everything but her socks, the dry heaves leaving her flushed and sweaty.
Slightly better, she splashed icy water on her face, rinsed the sour bile from her mouth, then breathed
deeply several times as she gripped the edge of the porcelain sink.
“Just a coincidence, Alexia. Not your fault,” she whispered.
Not that it alleviated her guilt any. Not that she had even touched the guy. So, of course, it wasn’t
her fault. Of course not.
Just because she wanted to humiliate the old man for being such an obnoxious, entitled jerk and hot
coffee happened to dump all over him at that very moment, it didn’t mean anything.
And okay, she also wished that he would fall on his butt after that nasty crack, and he did, hard, it
didn’t mean…He probably just slipped on the wet floor. Just a coincidence, that’s all.
Unfortunately, Alexia Raine didn’t believe in coincidences.
And this hadn’t been the first time.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, then reopened them to look up at her reflection in the
dim mirror, gasping at the swirling kaleidoscope of color in her irises—blue, green, gray, lavender, pink.
She blinked hard and pinched her eyes until the weird prickly sensation calmed down. When she checked
them again, they were light gray as normal.
Okay, what the Sam frigging Hill was that?
An optical illusion maybe?
Probably. Of course.
Brought on by stress mixed with bad fluorescent lighting and the dark walls all Starbucks stores insist
on painting themselves to appear trendy.
Alexia leaned closer to the mirror for a better look when spotting another dark, silvery streak of hair,
this one framing her right cheek. Added to all the recent others, it looked like she had highlighted her
shoulder length blond hair.
The first one appeared six months ago, but the others started a few weeks back after her twenty-fifth
birthday. Too minor an issue to ask her uncle about. Too weird to completely ignore though.
Her fingers touched the antique silver rose locket hanging on a thin tarnished chain around her neck,
a family heirloom given by her mother on her eighteenth birthday.
“Always wear it against your heart,” Rebecca Raine told her when she opened the gift box. “Use it
as a talisman, your protection from the blues.”
Her mom was always saying sentimental, Hallmark channel type of things like that. The locket was
so old the two halves were fused together and wouldn’t even open. Still, it was kind of pretty, and it did
give her a sense of security. She usually wore it underneath her clothing hidden from view, her secret
armor against the monsters of this world.
Alexia stayed in the restroom a few more minutes until she heard the paramedics rush into the
building. When she walked out and saw the man sitting upright on the ground, she almost felt bad for
him. Until he angrily batted at the female paramedic, demanding only to be aided by her male partner.
Misogynistic old coot. Hope he broke his ass-bone.
The earlier crowd had thinned out now, the only reason Alexia considered still buying a latte before
heading home. That’s when she spotted them—two very large, rough looking men, one redhead and the
other with curly brown hair and a thick moustache. They were hovering at the furthest end of the store
near the pickup counter.
She wouldn’t have cared much, but they were way out of place in their black leather jackets, black
shirts, black jeans and biker boots. All they needed were the dark sunglasses to be classic Arnold
Schwarzenegger Terminators. Sunny San Diego natives wore light, loose clothing, even in mid-April.
Not that there weren’t tourists who soon reversed their error after sweating their family jewels off.
Somehow, though, they didn’t seem to be the typical Southern California visitors on a fun family
vacay.
The two men continued to scan the crowd, their duplicate expressions serious, robotic. It was the
redhead who froze when locking eyes with Alexia’s, and her stomach did an anxious backflip. He
elbowed his partner, jutting his chin in her direction, and the other guy narrowed his dark eyes when
honing in on her.
Just my imagination, Alexia told herself.
She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see someone waving them over to confirm her paranoia,
but no one was there. She turned back to them. Both now had their bodies shifted away while carrying
on a conversation.
Okay, fine. Maybe she had just imagined things. Wouldn’t have been the first time.
Her need for a latte vanished now. All she wanted then was to be home in her apartment a few long
blocks away.
Quickly Alexia pushed out the front entrance, venturing a last look behind her shoulder. The two
men didn’t move from their spot, both still talking, and she exhaled heavily, everything within her
relaxing.
Good. She had enough drama for one night.
Quickly she headed down the twilight darkened street lined with various interconnected shops and
cafés. Sometimes she walked to work as a way to force a little exercise on herself. Now she wished she
had taken her car this morning, just wanting to be home. Behind a locked and bolted door. With a chair
jammed against the knob.
She was only a few hundred yards away from the Starbucks when Alexia ventured a quick look
behind. Her stomach dropped when both men exited and turned in her direction.

Swallowing hard, she faced forward again, picking up her pace.
Okay, no big deal. This wasn’t some cheesy action flick. They had every right to leave the building
like everyone else. Even walk in the same direction. There were several pedestrians between them in any
case, so no worries.
Still, her fingers lightly felt for the cellphone in her blue scrub shirt pocket, ready to call her Uncle
Paul who was still at the office. She could casually double-time it back to the Starbucks and have him
pick her up…
No. No, she really didn’t want to pull him away from the mound of paperwork he was rifling
through before she left.
Plus, Aunt Carla would be majorly miffed at him for coming home even later than normal if he was
forced to make a pitstop by her place. Alexia knew she was already a prime source of contention in their
stormy marriage—his kid brother’s flaky kid he bailed out of jail and hired a lawyer for six months ago.
Things were better now that Alexia had moved from their place into her own apartment, but not by
much. So she refused to inconvenience her uncle and possibly ignite another marital battle just to soothe
her ridiculous imaginings.
Poor, sweet Uncle Paul. Alexia tried convincing him that he wasn’t responsible for her after her
parents’ fatal car accident two years ago, but he took up the paternal mantle anyhow. Which is why after
being forced to leave the intern program because of that horrific incident at the hospital, he took her in
and offered her a medical assistant position that bored her to tears. Still, she didn’t look a gift job in the
paycheck.
Alexia ventured another glance back.
Drat, those men were still behind her. Not far, in fact. Fewer pedestrians between them now as well.

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My Blood Runs Blue My Blood Runs Blue Book 1 by Stacy Eaton Genre: Paranormal Romance

*** International Best Seller *** ♥Five Star♥ Review from Readers Favorite “I’m still a cop, and my blood runs blue.” Officer Kristin Greene has always felt that something was missing from her life. Although her job with the Fawn Hollow Township Police Department keeps her busy, she still feels like there is something else out there for her. She soon finds herself investigating a homicide where a young woman has had her throat ripped out. As she begins to dig for the answers, she finds herself thrown into a world she didn’t know ever existed. When the two strong and silent men walk into her life, she finds herself being pulled into a love triangle that has been going on longer than she has been alive. Who are they and why do they keep calling her Calista? Join Kristin as she fights to learn the truth about the recent murder, the two seductive men who have entered into her life and the real truth about herself. My Blood Runs Blue Series is an adult Paranormal Action/Romance Series and is intended for mature audiences. **On Sale for Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

The Pulse of Blue Blood My Blood Runs Blue Book 2

The Pulse of Blue Blood is a short story that should be read AFTER My Blood Runs Blue. This story of 17K words is the back story to Kristin & Calista. Reading this story before reading My Blood Runs Blue will spoil many plot points. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Blue Blood For Life My Blood Runs Blue Book 3

→ 2012 Finalist – Reader’s Favorite Awards ← *** International Best Seller *** Book 2 – in the Series “My Blood Runs Blue” “You belong to me… for life…” After a month off, Kristin comes back to work happier then she’s been in a long time. Her new status in life has her solving crimes faster and better than she ever could before. When Alex goes missing, Kristin finds she finally has to reveal the secrets of her life to her friends. Will they be able to stand beside her after they learn all that she has hidden from them? Julian and Gabe stand beside her faithfully as they try to locate Alex. They are surprised to find Trent already in Fawn Hollow, but know that Trent may be the only one to do what Alex has asked them to do. As one more choice is taken away from Kristin, she attempts to make the best of it, but finds herself drawn to Trent in a way Julian and Alexander could never compare to. Trent goes to work with Kristin to keep her safe but will he be able to handle all that her police world entails? Can he handle the side of her that she reveals, the one that Alex and Julian know nothing about? When Kristin and Trent uncover the connection between her job and the kidnapping, they are finally able to put the pieces together, but can they get to Alex fast enough? Will Kristin be able to handle rescuing Alex and all that she learns in the process? Join Kristin, Julian, Trent and Alexander as they dive into a new mystery that will have you turning the pages quickly to find out who is responsible and how Kristin’s life is forever changed once again. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Mixing the Blue Blood My Blood Runs Blue Book 4

Officer Kristin Greene returns along with the rest of the characters you have grown to love. Only this time, it’s not just her life on the line. Now the entire breed’s existence is in danger. Olivia Newman has been Kristin’s best friend for years and loves the new life that Kristin is living. Her relationship with Gabriel is bittersweet, and she knows that because she is human, a future between them can never really last. Gabriel Montgomery takes his position in the Vampire Military Force seriously and never expected to have such intense feelings for a human woman. When Olivia is kidnapped, Gabe, Kristin, and the gang realize they have stumbled upon a human trafficking ring. Only this ring isn’t for sex. The leaders of this ring are hell-bent on destroying the breed. Can they rescue Olivia and save their future before old enemies return and destroy the breed? Find out in Mixing the Blue Blood **Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious concusion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime scene investigation. She now writes full-time. Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and her teen daughter. Stacy also has a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy. She is also very involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years. Stacy writes a variety of genre’s, but mostly romance. She enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate too with real-life problems, emotions, and solutions. Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music, coffee and her favorite sweatshirt that says, “You are dangerously close to getting killed in my next novel.” Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * TwitterInstagram * Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Mr. Taylor’s nostrils flared and his mouth slacked open slightly as he looked into my eyes. “Dead, she’s
dead?”
I stared at him, damn, did I forget to wipe the sign off my face that says, ‘hey man, sorry, but your
daughter’s dead.’ How’d he know that? Had someone from the scene called him already?
I turned back to Mrs. Taylor and found her staring at her husband eyes wide, mouth open as if she would
speak.
Wait, this was not going how it should. I cleared my head and looked back at them, Mr. Taylor had
moved over to stand beside his wife and they were both looking at me now, waiting.
“Mr. & Mrs. Taylor, I am very sorry to say that your daughter Dawn is dead.” I HATED saying that
sentence, but it was a sentence that was drilled into you from the moment you entered the academy. You
do not say, I’m sorry your daughter was in an accident, or your daughter did not make it. Not in the first
sentence. You can elaborate later, but that first sentence, has to be the one that they remember for the rest
of their life. The one that tells them, this is not a sick joke, and they are not just going to wake up
tomorrow and find her asleep in her bed. That sentence had to say it was real and it was final.
They both stared back me. I saw Mrs. Taylor’s lips move, and I could have sworn I heard her say, “he
found us”, but I thought it was more in my imagination until I looked into Mr. Taylor’s steel grey eyes
and saw them widen and look at me quickly to see if I had heard what she said. I managed to keep my
face perfectly clear and thought I would mull over that statement later.

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