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Aryana’s Journey Excalibur’s Decision Book 1 by Aspen Black Genre: Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance Publication Date: December 20, 2019 In the twenty third century the gateways were opened by Merlin between Earth and The Realm, the home of the Fae, in search of the next King Arthur. Magic flooded the Earth, overtaking most of technology. Now, hundreds of years later, Fae have learned to coexist peacefully with humans and Merlin still searches the Earth with Excalibur. Aryana works in the Mayor’s kennels overnight. She’s been content with her life up until the moment her eyes meet those of Merlin’s. Everything changes during the Star Festival. Her life becomes a whirlwind as she travels to Avalon with her Knights of the Round Table, her Wizard and a new ally that no one was ever expecting. It’s up to Aryana to help stop an ancient evil that dwells deep within The Realm. She will have to learn to fight for herself with the help of Excalibur to aid in the upcoming war. This is a slow to medium burn fantasy reverse harem why choose novel. Goodreads * Amazon

Aspen Black is often described as kooky by her friends. She writes the stories that have floated continuously in her imagination since she was a child. She’s a lemonade addict that really shouldn’t be allowed near lemons. Being an introvert, she spends most of her time writing and reading her favorite books. Please join her on her facebook and twitter feeds for up to date information on current and in-progress books. She is a lover of all animals, having a small zoo at home. Facebook * Facebook Readers Group * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Fall of Endurance Under a New Sun Book 1 by R.L. Blalock Genre: SciFi Adventure Publication Date: September 30, 2019

A starship’s sirens scream into the void. Can a highly trained protector fight for peace on an unfamiliar world? It’s elite soldier Laure’s duty to protect the last of humanity. Four hundred years after Earth fell to alien invaders, she’s only known life on a colonization ship searching through space. But when the vessel is forced to crash land for emergency repairs, Laure comes face to face with a new breed of enemy. Struggling both to battle aliens and rescue her colonists, Laure never expects to find her other half on the strange planet. As her telepathic and physical bond with the alien grows, she’s horrified to discover the people she’s sworn to protect turn on her and consider her inhuman. Torn between two species, can Laure defend humankind from extinction? The Fall of Endurance is the first book in the futuristic Under a New Sun science fiction series. If you like alien encounters, high-stakes action, and strong heroines, then you’ll love R. L. Blalock’s riveting saga. Buy The Fall of Endurance to join the colonists in the stars today!**On Sale for only .99 cents!!** Goodreads * Amazon

The Burden of Endurance Under a New Sun Book 2 Publication Date: October 18, 2019

They survived the fall, but can they adapt to life on an unknown planet? After a human and alien form a telepathic link, the commanders of the Endurance have a special mission for Laure and Kuna: Create an elite class of warriors connected with the alien Chroins. They must lead a group of volunteers into the primeval forests of an unexplored planet as they search for beasts like Kuna that are strong, fast, and lethal. But the Chroin aren’t the only threat. Not all colonists want to welcome them, and some will stop at nothing to get rid of them. Can Laure and Kuna bring their two species together? Or will they tear each other apart? The Burden of Endurance is the second book in the futuristic Under a New Sun science fiction series. If you like alien encounters, high-stakes action, and strong heroines, then you’ll love R. L. Blalock’s riveting saga. Goodreads * Amazon

The Strength of Endurance Under A New Sun Book 3 Publication Date: November 6, 2019

The bond that made them more than human will become their death sentence. An unlikely pair. Laure, an elite soldier trained to protect the last vestige of humanity. Kuna, an alien hybrid akin to a wild animal. Telepathically linked and confused about what they’ve become, they must hunt for answers about their origins. However, knowledge can be more damning than ignorance. As forces work to create distrust between the aliens and colonists, an “accident” is all they need for tensions to boil over. On the run for their lives, Laure and Kuna must find a way to create peace between their people or be hunted down and executed. The Strength of Endurance is the third book in the futuristic Under a New Sun science fiction series. If you like alien encounters, high-stakes action, and strong heroines, then you’ll love R. L. Blalock’s riveting saga. Goodreads * Amazon

The Peril of Endurance Under A New Sun Book 4 Publication Date: November 26, 2019

Humanity is not alone on its new home world. The creators disappeared from the planet long ago, abandoning cities and deserting their protege. Commander Laure Higgins and her bonded Chroin, Kuna, are sent on a special mission to investigate the ruins and learn more about Iotova’s inhabitants. Not everything is as it appears. As mysteries unravel around them, Laure and Kuna find themselves in a frightening spiral as they try to escape the creations left behind. Can Laure and Kuna uncover the origin of the Chroin and protect the remnants of humanity? The Peril of Endurance is the fourth book in the futuristic Under a New Sun science fiction series. If you like alien encounters, high-stakes action, and strong heroines, then you’ll love R. L. Blalock’s riveting saga. Goodreads * Amazon

The Edict of Endurance Under A New Sun Book 5 Publication Date: December 30, 2019 A battle for the Endurance will threaten all of humanity. One by one the Chroin’s allies are dying. With colonists flocking to her cause, Corline finally seizes control of the Endurance and plunges the colony into chaos. Laure and Kuna must find their people and protect them as Corline rampages through the sprawl. As the death toll rises, they are running out of time. Everything that humanity has worked centuries for is in peril. Including its future. Can Laure save the colony and humanity? Or will Corline purge the Chroin from the Endurance once and for all? Goodreads * Amazon

R. L. Blalock’s love of reading started young, but her love of zombies started later in life. In 2008, when R. L. Blalock first watched the remake of Dawn of the Dead she instantly fell in love with the genre. Born and raised in Sacramento, California, R. L. Blalock now lives in St. Louis, Missouri with her loving husband, precocious three-year-old daughter, two dogs, and a bird. Stay connected with R. L. Blalock at rlblalock.com and receive a free prequel short story called The World Eater when you subscribe to her newsletter!! Website * Facebook * Facebook Reader Group * Twitter Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * Newsletter

Chapter 1

Pain blossomed in my head as a shudder ran through the torpor tube that encased me. My eyes
were heavy, and I had to fight to open them against the grogginess of hibernation. The tube shook
violently again. A cold sweat broke out across my skin, and I gasped for air. What was happening?
My hands trembled as I carefully tugged at the thin plastic tube in my nose that would deliver
the hibernation serum straight to my brain. I gagged as the tube slowly slid free, like a worm
wriggling inside my head. There was a soft hiss of air as my tube popped open.
“Whoa! Whoa! Slow down, Laure.” A firm hand grabbed ahold of me as I went to pry off the
other tubes and wires that were attached to my body. Sirens assaulted my ears, causing me to
wince and draw away from the voice as I tried to retreat to the safety of my tube.
“Wha-What’s going on?” My voice cracked as I spoke, dry and weak from lack of use.
As my body sagged, the hands helped guide me onto the floor. I always hated waking up. It was
the worst part of the cycle. Though I had been in hibernation for six months, I felt as though I had
been awake for days on end. My muscles protested every movement. My mind begged for sleep.
When I tried to open my eyes again, the lights stung. Something wasn’t right. Cautiously, I
cracked one eye open. Red lights flashed through the long corridor-like room. Before I could glimpse
much more, the burning in my eyes became overwhelming, and I closed them again. With every bit
of strength I had, I pried them back open. They darted around the room, trying to take in as much
detail as they could before I was forced to close them again. Others were being helped out of their
tubes.
“What is going on?” This wasn’t how we were supposed to be woken up. The lights weren’t
right. We weren’t all woken up at once. “How long has it been?”
“There has been an… incident. You’re being woken up early.”
“Incident? What do you mean? How early?” My head swam as I tried to sit up, the ground
beneath me shifting unsteadily. My stomach flip-flopped, giving me only a moment’s notice before
the bile rose in my throat.
“Critical system failure. All personnel report to the bridge,” a calm, computerized voice stated
as I coughed and spat the bile onto the floor.
I was grateful that I had finally learned to pull my ash-blonde mane back into a ponytail before
entering hibernation. Squeezing my eyes shut, I willed the world to stop spinning beneath me, to
right itself so I could stand up.
“Critical system failure. All personnel report to the bridge.”
“What happened?” I demanded, finally looking up at the woman who hovered over me. Her
face was tight and her mouth set into a grim line.
“The ship needs to go planetside. Now.”
All I could do was blink back at the woman as my mind tried to process what she had just told
me. Planetside? Had they finally found a planet?
“What do you mean now?” I shook my head and instantly regretted the movement.
“Pull yourself together,” she said curtly. “Commander Nash of the forty-eighth cycle wants your
cycle on the bridge sooner rather than later.”
Taking a few deep breaths, I gripped the torpor tube and pulled myself to my feet. The ship
shuddered again. I closed my eyes as the rocking threatened to dissolve what little stability I had
mustered. Hisses punctuated the wailing of the sirens as more tubes popped open around me.
“Critical system failure. All personnel report to the bridge.”
I looked around the room for others from my cycle. Some were already on their feet, though
shaky as I was. Others were on the ground, struggling through the haze of hibernation. Some tubes
were still unopened. Six tubes down and across the aisle, Cern was pulling himself to his feet. Short,
fuzzy jet-black hair covered his head. Before each hibernation cycle, he would shave his head and
face like many of the other male colonists. He always awoke with a bit of fuzzy hair, but he didn’t
have to worry about it becoming brittle like I did. Sometimes, I envied him for that. His usually tan
skin was pale as he struggled to his feet. Our eyes met, and I smiled weakly at him. He nodded back
before falling to the ground and puking.

I pushed myself away from my tube toward Cern. “Come on.” I patted his back encouragingly,
not looking at him for fear that my own stomach would join in sympathy. “We have to get going.”
“What is going on?” Cern wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “This is a shitty wake-up call.”
“I don’t know.” I managed to stop myself before I shook my head again.
“Come on,” a man bellowed from near the door. “Let’s get to the bridge. The commander is
waiting.”
I wrapped an arm around Cern, and he wrapped an arm around me. Others were pulling
themselves up and helping to support each other as well. Together, we moved through the large
doors that led out to the rest of the ship. The door separated in the center and slid into the wall as
we approached. As we stepped out, the ship shuddered once again, sending Cern and me sprawling
to the floor. We pushed ourselves back up, and together, we followed the man through the long
corridors to the bridge.
The crewmembers of cycle ten clung to each other for support as they helped each other
toward the bridge. No one groaned. No one complained. We were the last. The last of humanity. If
the ship was lost, then so was our species.
The journey to the bridge was grueling on legs fresh out of hibernation. I wanted nothing more
than to crawl into bed and sleep. But this wasn’t the time.
As we poured into the bridge, anxious eyes turned to stare at us. I self-consciously patted down
my hair and smoothed a hand over my hibernation suit as we stood before the entirety of another
cycle. We, the tenth cycle, were supposed to be the strongest humanity had to offer. Bred to fight
and survive in unfamiliar terrains, we were the ones who would first set foot on any new planet. Yet
we looked no better than death warmed over. Hibernation didn’t care who we were. It rendered us as
weak as anyone else.
“Good. You’re all here.” A woman gave our group a curt nod, stepping forward. A gold oak leaf
glimmered on her lapel.
“Commander Nash,” their escort addressed the stern woman, “these are the colonists from
cycle ten, as you requested.” The woman’s icy-blue stare swept over the two hundred new faces
before her.
“Thank you.” She dismissed the man with a wave before she spun on her heel to address the
crowd before her. Suddenly, her shoulder slumped. The strong, intimidating woman from seconds
before looked tired and afraid.
“Three days ago, cycle forty-eight found a planet. One that seemed perfect and habitable. The
one.” She paused, her eyes dancing back and forth as she ran through the events of the last few
days. “Thirty-seven minutes ago, Iotova’s largest moon was struck by an asteroid roughly sixty
kilometers in diameter. The collision sent out a cloud of debris several hundred miles wide. Being so
close to the impact, the ship quickly entered the debris field.” The commander’s gaze fell to the floor,
her shoulders slumping. “We have sustained heavy damage. Probably the worst of which is that our
radiation shielding has been punctured…in numerous places.”
 A murmur rippled through the crowd. My grip on Cern’s arm tightened, and he squeezed my
hand. Without radiation shielding, we were as good as dead. However, death wouldn’t come quickly.
We would all live long enough to get sick. We would struggle for weeks or months in excruciating
pain before death welcomed us, and there would be nowhere we could escape.
“To those of cycle ten,” the commander’s words cut through the crowd, “we are not entirely
without hope. You are here because it is time for you to fulfill your duties. For the last seven days,
we have been orbiting Iotova.” A sad, hesitant smile crept to her lips. “It is everything we have been
searching for. A planet we can call home again.”
 “A planet.” Cern breathed the word, his voice shaking. I shifted, trying to get a better view of the
commander as excitement invigorated my tired muscles.

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An Unexpected Gift by Krista Grayce Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction Publication Date: November 25, 2019

Janie Nolan’s future had never been more uncertain, she was just learning to live with the loss of her mother from cancer, she suddenly finds herself jobless after an unexpected diagnosis with autism at the age of fifty-five. The thought of moving back to her childhood home in the idyllic town of Cape May, New Jersey to assess her future is a daunting proposal. It is in that sleepy shore town that she must reconnect with her abusive father. Now ailing, he has handed over control of the family business, a failing small theater, as a possible means for a fresh start. However, Janie is uncertain as to what his true motives might be. Alec Ryan, a handsome, former intern of her father’s and now a successful Broadway producer and director arrives from New York carrying his own tumultuous past with plans to assist Janie in restoring the theater to its former glory. Along the way, Alec discovers qualities in Janie that prove she is more than just her diagnosis and resolves to help restore Janie as well, simultaneously putting his own demons to rest and learning to love again. But when the small town gossip mill begins to buzz about Alec and a piece of jewelry left by her mother is revealed, Janie learns of a secret that may take things in another direction could change the course of her life forever. Goodreads * Amazon

HI! Just to tell you a bit about myself. I have lived in Seattle, WA most of my life however I was raised in New York and spent summers in Cape May, NJ. Most of my work is set on the beaches and beach towns of the Jersey Shore. I wrote my first novel when I was thirteen years old and continued to write poetry and short stories for the following years. I have had articles and papers published as well as photographs that were published in a book entitled “Rock and Roll Memorabilia II”. I hold an AA degree in Business Management. I never obtained a degree in Literary Arts or Writing per se but I feel I come by my writing talent organically as William Shakespeare is my 1st cousin 12 times removed. “An Unexpected Gift” is my debut novel. Like Janie, the main character in the novel, I was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism at the age of forty-eight however I am proud to share this diagnosis with Ralph Waldo Emerson and Emily Dickenson as well as many others. I see my autism as a gift from God. It has given me a high intellect and innate talent that I use as a tool to enlighten the rest of the world to the plight of adults with autism. Like many people on the spectrum, I never married or had children which is sadly my greatest regret. I currently live with my wonderful sister Kendra and my three cats Tyler, Tabitha and Teddy in Spokane, WA. I am planning to move back to the New Jersey Shore as soon as possible. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Goodreads

Seagulls were calling her outside the windows. Their cries welcomed Janie home. She felt
she could not rest in that house without hearing their voices high in the morning breeze outside.
They were brazen and never shut up. She could relate to that; they were her kind of bird. Their
sharp squawks soothed her as they always did. The Cape May beach, light from the lighthouse,
and those crazy birds, was all she needed to remain calm and content.

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Tangled Up With a Cowboy Hearts of Wyoming Book 5 by Anne Carrole Genre: Contemporary Western Romance Publisher: Galley Press Publication Date: November 24, 2019

A healthy-living yoga instructor and a gutsy bull rider? When opposites attract, sparks fly, but will love ignite? Cowboy Lonnie Kasin is close to making the rodeo finals in bull riding. If he’s lucky enough to make the cut, he’s bent on doing everything he can to prove he belongs there. That is, until he meets a spunky yoga instructor who thinks he’s two bricks short of a load for riding bulls. How can he convince her that a bull rider is the man for her while proving to the world he belongs on that Finals roster? No one would mistake Livvy Dennis for the responsible one in her family. And only she thinks moving to Wyoming to open up her own yoga studio is a good idea. Of course, she never expected a daredevil bull rider from Cheyenne to pull the mat out from under her. There are risk takers and then there is just plain crazy. She’ll have to figure out which one she is before it’s too late to save her heart. Goodreads * Amazon

Anne Carrole was raised on a farm with horses, dogs, cats, chickens, rabbits and whatever other animals she could convince her parents to shelter. She is married to her own sweet- talking hero and is the proud mother of a college teen. They share their home with a sleek black cat with way too much attitude. Anne writes contemporary romances in which alpha male heroes meet their match as well as gilded age and western historical romances where spunky heroines finally find a worthy hero. You can learn more about Anne and her books at http://www.annecarrole.com, friend her on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/annecarrole or connect with her on twitter at https://twitter.com/AnneCarrole She is also co- founder of the fan site https://www.facebook.com/lovewesternromances. Website * Facebook * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Bull riders might be crazy, but when chasing a slot for the Finals, they were also
crazed—as in irrational, wired, scared. Not of the bull but of losing the slot that would bring
them more money in ten days than they’d earned all year.
Lonnie Kasin knew that because those words described exactly how he felt as he sat on
the metal railings overlooking the chutes, one of which would hold the beast he’d be riding in a
few minutes.
He breathed in the familiar scent of warm hides and acrid manure, dusty horses and
dustier hay as he scanned bleachers crammed with locals in cowboy hats and boots who had
come out on a warm Saturday evening in August for a little fun and entertainment. No doubt
some of those who ran this rodeo to benefit the local schools looked forward to this night all
year. For those who competed, it was just one more stop in a long list of summer rodeos.
The purse wasn’t huge, a little over a thousand if he won, but it all added up. At least that
was what he told himself as he bounced from town to town, crisscrossing the West in search of a
win. And he had to keep winning. Even at smaller rodeos like this one. Even though tonight his
mind kept drifting to something else…or rather someone else.
Metal slammed against metal as the first bull was loaded. Bull rider Paulo Santos had
drawn him, and though Paulo was in the top three so far this year and a shoo-in to make the
Finals, the bull wasn’t. In fact, the bull Lonnie would be riding was the best of this rodeo’s lot,
giving him a good chance at first place—if he stayed on.
The gate opened. Paulo hung on as the timer counted down, and Lonnie’s pulse sped up.
Paulo made the buzzer and waited for the score. An eighty-two. A good but, thankfully, beatable
score.
This was what he loved, what he lived for. If he could just win enough this season to
make it to the Finals, all his problems would be solved. Except one. And nothing and no one
could solve that.
Not even the pretty little blonde he was bound to see tomorrow at his friend’s wedding.
Since he’d found out that Trace Martin and Haylee Dennis would be tying the knot, thoughts of
Livvy Dennis, Haylee’s sister, had been screwing up his concentration. He’d met her once, but
with someone like Livvy, once was all it took, because no one, at least no red-blooded male,
would ever forget her.
From her tourist-crazy turquoise boots and sexy short-shorts to her golden hair and
mischievous blue eyes, she’d been zooming around his mind like a fly he couldn’t catch.
He wasn’t looking for much, just a little respite from the drumbeat of wins and losses that
pounded his mind with buck-off percentages and bull stats. Anyone who knew him knew he
wasn’t relationship material. Didn’t do well with commitment. Never stayed long in one place.
Hell, he didn’t even have a place he called home, living out of a suitcase and mooching off of
friends to keep the loneliness at bay.
“Your bull’s in the chute.” Chance Cochran’s sharp elbow struck Lonnie’s side. “You
okay?”
“Course I’m okay.” He would be if he stopped thinking about what he couldn’t have and
concentrated on what he could have—a shot at the Finals and maybe one night with a cute and
sassy blonde.
Lonnie scrambled over the top of the railings to the pen containing his bull, leaving
Chance to follow. Cochran had already competed in saddle bronc, placing third. Lonnie needed
to place first because, unlike Chance, who was solidly in the top five in saddle bronc, Lonnie was
sixteenth. Meaning he’d need to take first place as many times as he could to get on and stay on
the fifteen-man Finals roster for the ten-day rodeo event in December.
“You’ve got little Shane’s picture loaded?” Lonnie asked as he settled on the railing
above his bull.
Chance heaved a sigh from behind. “Stupid superstition.”
“Not stupid. Each time I’ve looked at your little son’s face, it has brought me luck. I’m
not about to change things up now. Besides, I’m his godfather and proud of him.”
Chance held up his phone and angled the screen. “I feel like a goddamn fool doing this
every time you get on a bull. Everyone probably thinks I’m one of those jackass fathers who
can’t stop talking about his kid.”
Lonnie gazed at the cherub face of a boy almost a year old whose broad smile and bright-
blue eyes anchored Lonnie in a way nothing else did. Chance’s son would likely be the closet
he’d ever get to having a family. Gazing at little Shane’s picture in the moment before he got on
the bull, he could at least pretend someone cared.
“You were one of those jackass fathers when you first showed me this picture at the start
of the season, and that began my winning streak. May not win every time, but I also haven’t
sustained a season-ending injury. So now you’ve got to keep doing it until the season is over,
which is only another month or so. Besides, what are friends for if not to make you look stupid?”
Lonnie shifted his gaze to the bull with a murderous look in its eye.
“You can get rid of me after eight seconds,” he told the bull. “Just give me a good ride.”
He lowered himself onto the bull, and as he felt the brawn of the animal under his butt,
adrenaline pumped into his veins in a rush worthy of an addict’s needle. The bull shifted. Lonnie
tugged on his rope, wrapped it tighter around his hand, and nodded. The gate opened.

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