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Deep Echoes Web of Echoes Book 1 by Melody Ash Genre: Time Travel Adventure

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson. The journey begins with a backpack and lip gloss. Caitlin Benoit finds her blood quickened by a new, intriguing site. An initial exploration leads to the discovery of a mysterious river rock with peculiar etchings. Puzzled, she breaks all the rules to examine the stone closer. When she brushes away the dirt, 2017 folds away to leave Caitlin standing in pre-Civil War Charleston. As she tries to work out how she time traveled to 1859, Caitlin learns the terrifying risk she poses even while she tries to return home. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Northern Echoes Web of Echoes Book 2

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.Adventures are launched with a parlor and a sword. Caitlin Benoit assumed the next destination would be her time, her world. Instead, the stone thrusts her further into the past and onto a different continent. Now in 1831 England, she’s discovered by William, the Duke of Lancaster. By sheer luck, he’s willing to allow her into his manor. While she fights to gain a footing in this new time, Caitlin discovers the stone also ripped John from Charleston. Everything she thought she knew about how the stone worked is false, and neither of them understand how to escape the grip of the past. As they work to uncover the mystery of the stone, an acquaintance of the Duke plots an intricate scheme certain to destroy them all. She and John must solve the puzzle, in an unknown amount of time, or risk getting stuck–or buried–in 1831. Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Sunken Echoes Web of Echoes Book 3

She’s a no-holds- barred, kick-butt, don’t-cover-the-ugly-parts archaeologist. History wants to teach her a lesson.Discovery has an hourglass and a necklace. Caitlin lands hard on the decks of an infamous ship–with only 24 hours before it sinks, and John is missing. Trapped in 1912 on the Titanic, sand is slipping through the hourglass as she tries to jump ship before it plunges to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. She meets Elizabeth, a woman with valuable knowledge about time travel and how it works. Yet nothing is ever easy, and her new friend’s memory proves to be unreliable. As Caitlin searches for John, the grains of time slip away. She must put the pieces together, or she’ll find herself in lying in a cursed grave at the bottom of the ocean. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Melody grew up loving the endless possibilities fantasy and Sci-Fi held between their pages or played on the big screen. At age ten, she picked up a pencil and began coming up with stories of her own that toyed with other worlds and the mysteries of this one. When she’s not delving into the worlds created by words, she’s digging into Ghiradelli chocolates and creating memories with her families. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Chapter One
The French Chateau rose into view, first with its vibrant blue slate rooftop, then the limestone
exterior, a graceful contrast of color breaking through the vibrant green of the North Carolina forests.
A hidden treasure now exposed for world review. Caitlin Benoit’s pace slowed, her long legs basking
in the rays of the warm southern sun. Other visitors hurried past her, more concerned with getting
inside the house than enjoying the view or understanding the history of a Gilded Age estate. She
tussled the thick curls she’d inherited from her father—dark brown like his, highlighted by her

mother’s gold, Caucasian coloring. Anyone’s quick glance would see a woman with a healthy, year-
round tan. She’d inherited that from both parents—a good mix of her mother’s European ancestors

and her father’s African roots. And she was equally proud of both sides of her heritage as it helped
shape and define her passion for research and exploration into the past.
But, she reminded herself, this visit to the Biltmore Estate wasn’t work. This was a vacation. A break
from exploring a history in slave trade around the world in all its ugly incarnations. This was a break,
and, she thought with a sigh, one much needed.
Caitlin stepped into the heavy foot traffic and followed other tourists to the front of the chateau. As
she edged closer to the house, her phone rang, and Caitlin rolled her eyes. Just an afternoon to
herself—it couldn’t be that much to ask. Should have left the device in the car.
She pulled the phone from a pocket and glanced at the name; a soft smiled played across her lips.
“Hey, Sean. You’re lucky I like you.”
He chuckled. “I knew that, but why?’
She pressed a finger against one ear to drown out the surrounding voices and laughter. “I’m getting
ready to go inside the Biltmore Estate. When the phone rang, I was ready to wring the neck of
whoever was interrupting my vacation.” Caitlin smiled sweetly at a man who’d turned around with a
raised brow. As he turned and returned his attention to his family, she shook her head. People could
be so nosey.
“Biltmore, huh?” Sean asked. “How do you feel about a side trip?”
Caitlin stepped out of line, nodded to the people behind her. “Side trip? Why would I do that?”
“I found something you might be interested in.”
Her stomach did the familiar flip any new discovery brought with it. Even after ten years of working in
the field, new sites still made her blood race. “Oh?”
To make matters worse, she could hear the smile through the phone. Sean knew he had her
undivided attention. “A local builder was clearing ground for a new factory, found the remains of
what appears to be slave shacks.”
The flips erupted into a full-on explosion. “Has an archaeological team been called in yet?”
“Yeah. You.”
She laughed. They’d graduated college at the same time and, along with another friend, Jenny,
formed a team quickly respected by the archaeological community. Friends, colleagues, and, she
liked to think, one of the best teams in the business. They grew together, made mistakes together,
polished their skills together, understood how each other worked. Her team. The best there was.
“I like that. Where are you?” Caitlin asked.
“Just north of Charleston. Should be about a four-hour drive from where you are.”
She nodded, glanced at the Biltmore Estate with a passing shade of disappointment, then turned
and headed back down the driveway. The vacation didn’t have to be canceled, just postponed. “I’m
far too predictable. You knew I’d come running.”
“Predictable is not a word I’d use to describe Caitlin Benoit, but in this case, I had a pretty good
hunch. But just in case you need further incentive, the shacks aren’t all that was found.”
“I’m already on my way. You don’t have to play dirty.”
He laughed. “I found a stone. Looks like Hoodoo symbols are carved into it.”
She trotted the rest of the way to the car. A stone with writing meant a gold mine to treasure
seekers. If word got out, she’d never make it on time. “Was it pulled from the site already?”
“No, it’s waiting for you.”
“Has it been made public yet?”
“You know me better than that, Caitlin. Don’t worry. The whole site has been taped off. You have

first dibs, so don’t kill yourself getting here.”
As he finished the sentence, Caitlin’s foot was already stomping against the pedal, tires screeching
from the parking space as other visitors to Biltmore stared at her in wonder. “You take all the fun out
of everything.”
“Someone has to. I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“You said it would take about four to get to you.”
“Right. And the way you drive, it’ll be two.”
Caitlin said goodbye and ended the call, cranked up the volume on a favorite mix of songs spanning
three decades, and turned onto I-26 East. She settled in the seat, ready for the ride through the
Carolina mountains. Her mind raced over the possibilities. A carved stone found at the site of slave
shack remains. Hoodoo and Voodoo were both widely practiced religions among early slaves, both
faiths a thick blend of Christian beliefs blended with African rituals. The stone wasn’t a big surprise.
Simple tools of their faith, like a rock, were easy to hide from the plantation masters who didn’t want
their workforce dabbling in what would have been seen as witchcraft. A rock in the corner of a
house? Who would look twice at that?
“But every find tells a bigger story.” Caitlin pressed harder on the pedal, the Jeep barely twitching in
response. What remained of the Antebellum South had been romanticized, the best of the slave

quarters far less characteristic of what many were forced to live in. Brick houses with well-
constructed walls and fireplaces were not commonplace, and the more characteristic wooden

structures long since destroyed.
Studying this period of American history always placed Caitlin in an odd juxtaposition between the
two separate histories that coursed through her veins and shared her heart. Maybe that was why it
captivated her so much.
To travel back in time, to see the histories merge into one clumsy choreographed dance.
“I’d have to be invisible, but it’d be interesting.” She looked across the rich jade forests lining either
side of the highway. “But since that’s not a possibility, I’ll keep digging.”
After all, digging was what she was meant to do.

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The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire Books I and II by Colette L. Saucier Genre: Paranormal Regency Romance

FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER: The definitive vampire adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and its sultry sequel in one volume! Books 1 and 2 of the award-winning, international bestselling Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire, re-released in this special edition only on eBook for a limited time at an incredible price. BOOK I: Pulse and Prejudice Elle Magazine selection “A Most Inventive Adaptation” (April, 2016) Austenprose “Readers’ Choice, Top 5 Books of the Year” (2012) 1st Place Winner in Category, 2013 Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy – elegant, dark, brooding…vampire. The Master of Pemberley tells his haunting tale of unquenchable desire and forbidden love. “I cannot express enough how skeptical I was upon starting this book. Pride & Prejudice with a touch of vampires was enough to send me into fits of eye rolls. But, within only the first chapter, I found myself strangely drawn to the story. The vampire Darcy weaves his spell quickly.” – Austenprose Book II: Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth In this lurid, lusty sequel to Pulse and Prejudice, death shadows the newlywed Darcys from Pemberley to the parlors of Regency London to the courtyards of Antebellum New Orleans. As Elizabeth discovers the trials and travails of marriage to a vampire, can Darcy ever believe that she loves him as he is? Or will his jealousy tear them apart? This is the sequel to Pulse and Prejudice; however, as it is not an Austen adaptation, the reader will find it darker, bloodier, and more provocative than Book 1. “After taking the plunge into this dark and haunting world, I am bloody thrilled to say that I just loved this sequel! The story examines the beauties and frailties of Darcy and Elizabeth’s love and devotion to each other while folding it into a world filled with gothic danger. It is action-packed and left me turning pages rather quickly, while at the same time being filled with well-developed characters whose inner turmoils make the reader empathize with each of their own plights.” C.A. Pepe, Just Jane 1813 Goodreads * Amazon

Colette L. Saucier is a bestselling and award-winning author in a variety of genres under multiple pseudonyms. Her novel Pulse and Prejudice, Book I: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire; the highly-acclaimed paranormal adaptation of the Jane Austen classic, was the 2013 Chatelaine Awards 1st Place Winner in Category, Romantic Fiction. Elle Magazine named Pulse and Prejudice a “Most Inventive Adaptation” of Pride & Prejudice in their April 2016 edition. It was also selected the 2013 1st Place Winner in Category: Chatelaine Awards Romantic Fiction. An abridged version of The Proud and the Prejudiced: A Modern Twist on Pride and Prejudice was selected a 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Semi-finalist and Austensque Reviews’ Favorite Modern Adaptation under the title All My Tomorrows. Colette’s latest release is the controversial erotic noir suspense, The Widow. She will be releasing Dearest Bloodiest Elizabeth, Book II: The Confession of Mr. Darcy, Vampire in eBook August, 2016, and print in October. A writer, world-traveler, empty-nester, and a literature, history, wine & cheese lover; Colette lives in Southeast Louisiana with her historian husband and their dogs. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Excerpt from Book I: Pulse and Prejudice

As he had done the previous nights, Darcy waited until the house had gone silent and opened
the door to Miss Bennet’s room. At first surprised to find Elizabeth was not in the chair beside
the bed, he then realized that, as Jane Bennet continued to mend, her sister need not tend to her
all night. He turned back into the hall and closed the door. Darcy instinctively knew Elizabeth
was in the next room. He stepped over and stood before the door, aware of her presence on the
other side.
Darcy leaned in with his hands on either side of the doorframe and let his forehead fall
against the door. He closed his eyes and imagined her lying on the bed, her hair splayed out on
the pillow, the eyes that had challenged him so brightly just that evening now closed in repose.
What little effort, how few steps it would take, for him to be upon her, taking what he needed,
sating his thirst.
He pushed himself away from the door and leaned back against the wall beside, despair
filling him. He had stood watch over Elizabeth and her sister for two nights and had come back
to do so again, to protect them from the very thing he now ached to do himself. The irony
sickened him but did not staunch his desire. Gathering all the resolve he knew it would require to
return to his room, he stepped away from the wall.
Darcy turned just as the door opened and Elizabeth appeared. They cried out in surprise
simultaneously.
“Mr. Darcy!”
“Eliz-a-Miss Bennet!”
She was dressed in her night-rail and wrapper; and, though more modest than even her day
dresses, the sight set his nerves on edge. Her hair hung down as he had imagined. She held one
hand to her heart as the other gripped a candlestick.
“Mr. Darcy, you frightened me! What do you mean by all this skulking about in the dark?
How can you even see where you are going?”
He steadied himself before speaking. “I seem to have mislaid my book. I was unable to sleep
and thought to read.”
“The Lord Nelson? I believe I saw it in the library on the sideboard.”
He nodded. “That would be a good place for it.”
She smiled. “Indeed. Although if you are looking for the second volume, you may have to
wrest it away from Miss Bingley,” she said with a glint in her eye. He smiled at that; but then
they both became sensible to the impropriety of their current circumstance and their close
proximity. “I was on my way to check on Jane.”
He knew he should step aside, but he did not. He knew he should look away, but he did not.
He held her eyes in his stare, his resistance faltering. Another moment and he might have moved
towards her, reached his hand to hold the nape of her neck, pierced her flesh with his aching
teeth, pressed his mouth upon her lips; but the light from her candle illuminated his face, and he
saw his wan reflection in her eyes. As with all those with his curse, he could not bear the sight of

his own reflection, a vision of death itself. Her candle flickered out in an instant, and she gasped
and broke her gaze.
“There…must be a draught,” she said. They were in darkness, save the moonlight from the
window behind her, as soft as her voice. Something made her step back from him; then she
turned away. “Let me find the tinderbox.” When she looked back, he was gone.

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