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The
Huntress
Huntress
The
Alterealm Series Book 1
Alterealm Series Book 1
by
J. Risk
J. Risk
Genre:
New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
New Adult Paranormal Fantasy
Where
all those things that go bump in the night are real and other
realities do exist.
all those things that go bump in the night are real and other
realities do exist.
What
would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are
beings from fictional tales?
would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are
beings from fictional tales?
Whereall those things that go bump in the night are real and other
realities do exist!!
realities do exist!!
Damariss
Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in
the night are real.
Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in
the night are real.
An
alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only
existed in fiction.
alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only
existed in fiction.
Will
she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing
without losing her own sanity?
she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing
without losing her own sanity?
All
she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world
from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and
fulfill a prophecy that says she’s their huntress queen or doom this
other world to a bleak, violent existence.
she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world
from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and
fulfill a prophecy that says she’s their huntress queen or doom this
other world to a bleak, violent existence.
The
Seer
Seer
The
Alterealm Series Book 2
Alterealm Series Book 2
Sometimes
crazy is all that works…
crazy is all that works…
Different.
Weird. Unwanted. Crazy. Afraid.
Weird. Unwanted. Crazy. Afraid.
That’s
been the story of Crissy’s life.
been the story of Crissy’s life.
A
life spent never quite knowing why she has these visions in her head.
life spent never quite knowing why she has these visions in her head.
And
just why she’s so afraid.
just why she’s so afraid.
Findingherself important and accepted for the first time in her life, the
workings of this other realm are confusing, but feel familiar. She’s
seen it before, and that feeling may just be home.
workings of this other realm are confusing, but feel familiar. She’s
seen it before, and that feeling may just be home.
Now
in a place where she’s understood and loved, Crissy’s visions may
just help to tip the balance in the fight between good and evil.
in a place where she’s understood and loved, Crissy’s visions may
just help to tip the balance in the fight between good and evil.
The
Empath
Empath
The
Alterealm Series Book 3
Alterealm Series Book 3
A
century of questions brought no answers, until now.
century of questions brought no answers, until now.
A
century always on the move, never aging and not being able to form
relationships, Alona has far more questions than answers. Absorbing
the emotional turmoil of others is bad enough, with the headaches,
nausea and blackouts, but it is the loneliness that is a never-ending
ache.
century always on the move, never aging and not being able to form
relationships, Alona has far more questions than answers. Absorbing
the emotional turmoil of others is bad enough, with the headaches,
nausea and blackouts, but it is the loneliness that is a never-ending
ache.
A
bizarre encounter with a crazy-erratic redhead in a nightclub brings
her the promise of answers, if only she can open her mind to the
possibilities. Life will change in ways she never thought possible,
or could ever imagine.
bizarre encounter with a crazy-erratic redhead in a nightclub brings
her the promise of answers, if only she can open her mind to the
possibilities. Life will change in ways she never thought possible,
or could ever imagine.
The
Witch
Witch
The
Alterealm Series Book 4
Alterealm Series Book 4
Doing
a favor for your best friend never works out.
a favor for your best friend never works out.
Finding
a best friend and roommate in Erin, Bethany agrees to use her magic
to help a group of Erin’s new friends. But something told her that
things were off, and now she’s got to use her powers to get her
friend back.
a best friend and roommate in Erin, Bethany agrees to use her magic
to help a group of Erin’s new friends. But something told her that
things were off, and now she’s got to use her powers to get her
friend back.
Sharing
a small apartment and struggling to survive was far better than being
locked away with no word of Erin, and a niggling feeling that the
stories she was told aren’t the truth.
a small apartment and struggling to survive was far better than being
locked away with no word of Erin, and a niggling feeling that the
stories she was told aren’t the truth.
Discoveringanother realm, learning about her powers and making things right,
Bethany must make amends for all she did wrong, no matter the
consequences.
Bethany must make amends for all she did wrong, no matter the
consequences.
J.
Risk is a pseudonym used by Author Jacqueline Paige (Multi-published
Paranormal Romance author of The Magic Seasons series, The Hidden
Senses Trilogy, The Dream Series and more)
Risk is a pseudonym used by Author Jacqueline Paige (Multi-published
Paranormal Romance author of The Magic Seasons series, The Hidden
Senses Trilogy, The Dream Series and more)
I
wanted to write a story that would fit into new adult levels as well
as adult. Something that was serious with fun elements–paranormal /
fantasy that everyone could read and enjoy.
wanted to write a story that would fit into new adult levels as well
as adult. Something that was serious with fun elements–paranormal /
fantasy that everyone could read and enjoy.
I’ve
decided to use J. Risk as the pen name for this to separate this
series from my other writing which is definitely adult reading
material.
decided to use J. Risk as the pen name for this to separate this
series from my other writing which is definitely adult reading
material.
Jacqueline
Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular
Georgian Triangle area.
Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that’s part of the popular
Georgian Triangle area.
She
began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works
in 2009 she hasn’t stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as “all
things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with
stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the
shelves.
began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works
in 2009 she hasn’t stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as “all
things paranormal”, which she has proven is her niche with
stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the
shelves.
When
Jacqueline isn’t lost in her writing she spends time with her five
children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of
the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that
usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every
button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape
and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen.
She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting
many more in the years to come.
Jacqueline isn’t lost in her writing she spends time with her five
children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of
the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that
usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every
button in the toy aisle, hiking when there’s enough time to escape
and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen.
She’s a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting
many more in the years to come.
The Huntress Excerpt:
I didn’t even get both eyes opened and focused before I knew something was wrong.
Where was the color? I was only seeing sepia? Everything was brown. Blinking rapidly, I tried
to readjust my eyes to see if there was any other hue. It didn’t change a thing and for the life of
me I couldn’t figure out why.
Sitting there, I tried to decipher what was going on and why I was sitting on the ground.
Looking down I ran my hand over the dried dusty surface. Why was I on the ground? Craning
my neck as far as I could in all directions, I looked around. Okay, where was the pavement and
cement? The buildings and streets I called my natural turf?
The why’s flying around in my brain suddenly decided the top question, was what the hell
was going on?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I struggled to recall the last thing I remembered doing. I was
hunting down a bounty—a nice one with a large dollar sign attached to her. I had tracked her
ass down and…
I confronted her? Yes, I was minutes away from calling Frank and telling him to get out
his shiny pen and sign my check.
So what happened between then and now? Not to sound repetitive, which is something
that drives me nuts, but what the hell was going on?
Startled, I started to check for bullet holes or the deep crevices that knives leave behind
in flesh. That had to be it, I’d taken a beating and this was that in between place you sit when
you’re near death’s door, but not quite ready to see what lies on the other side.
Finding no critical injury, I slumped forward and rubbed my head. There was some
rational explanation for this, there had to be. Had I been drugged? It could be some crazy
hallucination. Any minute now I was going to either wake up in my bed at home or some
hospital with a cheery nurse leaning over me, reassuring me we are going to be just fine. I only
had to wait it out a little longer and all would be normal.
To kill time until I woke up, I looked around some more. Wherever this was it looked like
a burnt-out world. Not the charred kind of burn but depleted and completely used up sort.
Vacant.
Sitting still wasn’t really a strong trait of mine, so I figured I’d get up and take a look
around, there had to be something to see around here. If my body was actually somewhere
else for safekeeping, what harm could come to me, right?
I staggered like I’d never stood before, struggling to get my balance. Whatever was
going on with me, my equilibrium was totally shot. Standing there swaying like grass in the
breeze, I turned carefully trying to see if there was anything around me except rust tinted dirt
and nothingness.
My heart stumbled around in my chest when I spotted someone coming in my direction.
Yes! I wasn’t the only one in this soulless place.
The closer it got to me made me the more I questioned my original conclusion. I didn’t know,
exactly, but it was not someone it was a something.
I didn’t even get both eyes opened and focused before I knew something was wrong.
Where was the color? I was only seeing sepia? Everything was brown. Blinking rapidly, I tried
to readjust my eyes to see if there was any other hue. It didn’t change a thing and for the life of
me I couldn’t figure out why.
Sitting there, I tried to decipher what was going on and why I was sitting on the ground.
Looking down I ran my hand over the dried dusty surface. Why was I on the ground? Craning
my neck as far as I could in all directions, I looked around. Okay, where was the pavement and
cement? The buildings and streets I called my natural turf?
The why’s flying around in my brain suddenly decided the top question, was what the hell
was going on?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I struggled to recall the last thing I remembered doing. I was
hunting down a bounty—a nice one with a large dollar sign attached to her. I had tracked her
ass down and…
I confronted her? Yes, I was minutes away from calling Frank and telling him to get out
his shiny pen and sign my check.
So what happened between then and now? Not to sound repetitive, which is something
that drives me nuts, but what the hell was going on?
Startled, I started to check for bullet holes or the deep crevices that knives leave behind
in flesh. That had to be it, I’d taken a beating and this was that in between place you sit when
you’re near death’s door, but not quite ready to see what lies on the other side.
Finding no critical injury, I slumped forward and rubbed my head. There was some
rational explanation for this, there had to be. Had I been drugged? It could be some crazy
hallucination. Any minute now I was going to either wake up in my bed at home or some
hospital with a cheery nurse leaning over me, reassuring me we are going to be just fine. I only
had to wait it out a little longer and all would be normal.
To kill time until I woke up, I looked around some more. Wherever this was it looked like
a burnt-out world. Not the charred kind of burn but depleted and completely used up sort.
Vacant.
Sitting still wasn’t really a strong trait of mine, so I figured I’d get up and take a look
around, there had to be something to see around here. If my body was actually somewhere
else for safekeeping, what harm could come to me, right?
I staggered like I’d never stood before, struggling to get my balance. Whatever was
going on with me, my equilibrium was totally shot. Standing there swaying like grass in the
breeze, I turned carefully trying to see if there was anything around me except rust tinted dirt
and nothingness.
My heart stumbled around in my chest when I spotted someone coming in my direction.
Yes! I wasn’t the only one in this soulless place.
The closer it got to me made me the more I questioned my original conclusion. I didn’t know,
exactly, but it was not someone it was a something.
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