One Kind of Wicked The True and the Crown Book 1 by May Dawson Genre: Reverse Harem Fantasy Romance

There’s no place like Avalon, land of mists and magic. Exiled to your world for my father’s sins, I longed for home. But Avalon is no place for the dark lord’s daughter. Until I’m invited home to attend the academy of magic. I’m no fool. I know there are strings attached. Those strings may have something to do with three handsome, alluring men who befriend me. I can’t trust them, but I can’t resist the pull I feel for them, either. It’s been a long time since I had friends. I don’t know how long I’ll last at the academy. My father’s henchmen, the True, want me to restore his wicked glory. The Crown wants to use me to destroy the True. And in the midst of all this swirling intrigue, I’m getting abysmal grades in both Calculus *and* Casting. These men seem determined to tutor me, fix me and most of all, protect me. But my deep, dark secret is that the dread magician’s daughter…doesn’t have her magic anymore. When they realize how useless I am, will they still stand by my side? Welcome to a world where redemption is possible, where friendship and adventure and magic abound, and where love means never having to choose. One Kind of Wicked is the first in a five book university-age academy reverse harem series **On Sale for only .99 cents July 11-14!!** Goodreads * Amazon

Two Kinds of Damned The True and the Crown Book 2

The True want me. The Crown wants to use me. But what do I want? The academy of magic doesn’t have frat parties; it has balls with tuxedos and flowing champagne and chocolate fountains. Oh, and masked debauchery. Lots of that. Unfortunately, instead of enjoying the debauchery with the three alluring magicians I’m falling for, I’m there to draw out the True henchmen. I’m nothing but bait in a ball gown. To serve my country—and to stay in Avalon—I need to play the part of a villain. The True need to think I can be persuaded stand alongside them as they destroy Avalon. At least these three men see me as I really am: a woman who just wants a second chance. Unfortunately, they’re hiding secrets of their own… And some of those secrets will be revealed, even before the masks come off. Goodreads * Amazon

Three Kinds of Lost The True and the Crown Book 3

The university of magic is no place for the dark lord’s daughter…and the Crown Prince’s birthday ball is no place for her either. But it’s not the kind of invitation that a girl can reject. So, my men and I pack up our fancy clothes and off we go to the prince’s castle. We have a mission along the way. The secrets that have kept me safe until now are crumbling. I need my magic back, now. Without my magic, without being useful to the Crown, I can look forward to a one-way ticket back to your world. Or a one-way ticket to dead. But while my men and I hunt the man who stole my magic and destroyed part of my soul… …he’s hunting me too. By the time our battle is over, every truth will be revealed. Every lie will be destroyed. Will Avalon ever be the same? Will my heart? Goodreads * Amazon

May Dawson writes reverse harem romance about magic, strong women, and the men who love them. A native New Yorker, she’s settled in Virginia, where she is raising two red-headed troublemakers and a passel of cats. Facebook * FB Group * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Opening scene:
The smell of rain almost overwhelms the stench of garbage as I head back to the rooming house, and the
thin handles of the heavy plastic bags I carry bite into my fingers. My shoulders ache, but I walk with my
head held high. It’s the way I was raised.
I’m going home today.
The filthy sidewalk and the buildings that close around me are all gray. I bet in Avalon, the sunrise floods
the sky with pink and orange above the trees. Avalon is still half-wild in a way things aren’t here. Vibrant
cities stand bordered by forests, and the air carries the scent of wildflowers.
Or maybe that’s all bullshit. Maybe I remember home like someone who’s been exiled for five years. I
don’t trust my memories anymore, and I sure as hell don’t trust my feelings.

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Rose by Rami Ungar Genre: Fantasy-Horror

Rose Taggert awakens in a greenhouse with no clear memory of the past two years and, to her horror, finds her body transformed into an unrecognizable form. Paris Kuyper has convinced Rose that they are lovers and as Paris could not bear for her to die, he has used an ancient and dark magic to save her from certain death. But the dark magic Paris has used comes at a price. A price which a terrible demon is determined to extract from Rose. As Rose struggles to understand what is happening to her, she must navigate Paris’s lies and secrets; secrets that Paris will do anything to protect. Goodreads * Amazon

Rami Ungar knew he wanted to be a writer from the age of five, when he first became exposed to the world of Harry Potter and wanted to create imaginative worlds like Harry’s. As a tween, he fell in love with the works of Anne Rice and Stephen King and, as he was getting too old to sneak up on people and shout “Boo!’ (not that that ever stopped him), he decided to merge his two loves and become a horror writer. Today, Rami lives and writes in Columbus, Ohio. He’s self-published three novels and one collection of short stories, and his stories have appeared in other publications here and there. Rose, his first novel with Castrum Press, released June 21st, 2019. When he’s not writing your nightmares or coming up with those, he’s enjoying anything from the latest horror novel or movie to anime and manga to ballet, collecting anything that catches his fancy, and giving you the impression he may not be entirely human. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

Chapter One
Okay, this is weird. Where the f*&^ am I?
I look around. I’m surrounded by a sea of vegetation: flowers and shrubs in hundreds of
varieties, sitting in pots and trays atop a grid of workbenches. Surrounding the workbenches is a ring of
trees that tower over everything, their upward growth halted by a glass ceiling. A literal glass ceiling, not
the one taught in my classes. Past the trees I spy more glass, through which nothing can be glimpsed but
total darkness.
I’m in a greenhouse. Why am I waking up in a greenhouse? I try to think back but I can’t
remember anything about how I fell asleep. In fact, I can’t remember how I got to the greenhouse in the
first place, or where this greenhouse is located. Am I supposed to be here? If so, why?
The questions make the pounding in head hurt worse. I force my thoughts to quiet long enough
for the pain to subside to a dull throb. Able to think again, I try to remember what I was doing before I
found myself here. Nothing comes to me.
Okay, no problem. What’s the last thing I do remember?
Walking home. Yeah, I was heading home after meeting with my advisor. I had my textbooks
and lesson plan for the coming semester in my bag. I crossed the street, turned the corner at Potbelly’s,
and approached my—
What kind of home do I live in? I strain, but there’s a gray fog in my memories, obscuring
everything. Not only that but the word for the kind of building I live in is missing. Why? I should know
this. It’s a word thrown around in everyday speech!
I push, but the gray fog doesn’t go away, and the word doesn’t come. I try skipping forward to
when I got inside but that’s also a wash of gray. Concerned, I rewind instead and get as far as the
building where my department is housed, but I can’t remember the name of the building. That can’t be!
I’ve been taking classes there for—
I can’t remember how long I’ve been taking classes there. At least four years, because I was
accepted into the graduate program. The exact number eludes me. So does the building’s layout, the
people in my program, my teachers, and my advisor. It’s all gone. I can’t even remember any of the
classes or projects I’ve done past undergrad, though somehow, I remember the information I’ve learned
since then.
My breathing quickens, and I put a hand over my chest. Why can’t I remember anything?
Okay, slow down. What do I remember? Let’s see, my name is Rose Taggert. Last I checked I was
twenty-one years old and I’m a…sociology grad. Yeah, I’m a sociology grad, specializing in criminology.
And I remember the stuff I’ve been learning in my classes, statistics, theories and social constructs, plus
the work I was doing on gun violence. I’m a graduate at The Ohio State University, the second in my
family to attend this university.
I also have two sisters, Hope and Madeleine, and a brother, Brian. Brian and Hope are older than
me and Maddy is younger. Hope is my other sibling to go to OSU, while Brian betrayed all that was holy

and went up north to the University of Michigan. Maddy’s in middle school. My parents are Roger and
Barbara Taggert. My dad is a—
I can’t remember what my parents do, which is insane because it’s why I’ve had to work to
attend college. Why can’t I remember any of this? What’s happened to me? I must find someone who
can explain to me what’s going on. A doctor preferably, or the greenhouse caretaker.
I slide off the table I’m lying on. As I do, two things come to my attention: I’m wearing a pink,
strapless dress, which I can tell at a glance costs more than I’m used to spending on clothes. The other is
the dress and table are covered in roses, red, pink and yellow ones with long, thorny stems, some of
which fall to the ground as I swing my legs off the table. I bend to pick one up, careful not to prick myself
on a thorn, rolling the blossom between my fingers, admiring the beautiful pink color and the soft velvet
sensation of the petals. I normally don’t care for roses—too many people have made jokes about my
name for me to like them—but right now I’m curious. Who sees a sleeping woman in a dress and thinks,
sure, let’s put roses on her?
Abruptly, the rose dies in my hand: the pink fleshy petals turn black and crinkly, while the stalk
becomes brown and brittle. I drop the rose and stand, alarmed. On the workbench and on the ground,
roses wilt and die before my very eyes. What the hell?
As the flowers die, my eyes light on something lying at the foot of the workbench that’s not a
rose. I lean forward to take a closer look, only to jump back in horror. Lying in a pool of its own blood is a
large brown cat, its stomach slit down the middle, its intestines hanging out like the contents of some
grotesque piñata. The cat’s face points in my direction, frozen in an eternal expression of surprise, as if it
too can’t understand what has happened to it.
My hands fly to my mouth, my heart pounds against my chest, and my stomach heaves. I step
back, tripping on the hem of my dress, falling onto my back. I cry out, my stomach gives another
tremendous heave. Dead roses crackle underneath me as I heave myself onto all fours, my red hair
tumbling past my shoulders. I wait, feeling something moving up my esophagus. Oh God, I’m going to be
sick. I’m so going to be sick.
Something’s wrong. It doesn’t feel like normal nausea. It feels like…like snakes are moving
through my chest and into my neck, around my esophagus rather than inside it.
This isn’t vomit. It’s…things…creatures, long and round and snakelike, dancing underneath my
skin. Images of thin black serpents moving around my trachea flash through my mind, and my panic
rises. What if they try to bite and poison me with venom? Or strangle me from within?
My hands dart to my neck, though I’m not sure if I’m figuring out what’s under my skin or trying
to claw out whatever’s moving around inside of me. The things in my neck zoom past my hands ,
twisting around my windpipe, cutting off the flow of oxygen to my lungs. I open my mouth to scream,
but nothing comes out except a reedy whisper. The things in my neck are pushing outwards at the skin
of my neck, sharp tips boring through like tiny drills. There’s eight in total, the points where they push
form a ring around the circumference of my neck, like a deep-tissue choker of pain.
My chest burns. My brain screams. My strength is fading. Darkness creeps into my vision. I’m
not going to make it; I’m not going to survive. I won’t find out what’s happened to me—

The things in my neck burst free, long and green and snakelike, each about two or three feet
long. They swish whip-like through the air, blood flying off them, splattering plants and tables. The
pressure on my windpipe vanishes, and I suck in a deep breath before exhaling a pained scream. God, it
feels like I’ve been stabbed eight times in the neck, only whatever stabbed me came from inside. Words
like ‘freaky’ and ‘unreal’ don’t even begin to cover this situation.
The whips stop swishing and hang still in the air, furnishing me a moment to think of a real name
for them. Tentacles, I decide. They are tentacles. Like an octopus or a squid. Though why are they
coming out of me?
Before I can find an answer, a pair of tentacles lash out and wrap around the leg of a
workbench. Another pair wrap around the leg of the workbench opposite, and the last two pairs grab
the ground below and the top of the workbenches above me. Then the first pair unwrap themselves
from the workbench, and lunge for the leg belonging to the one in front of me, wrapping around the leg
and dragging me forward. The second pair do the same thing with the workbenches on their side,
pulling me forward like a ragdoll. I cry out as the tentacles work in unison, moving forward like some
strange insect and taking me along with them. I futilely try to grab something to hold onto, but each
time I try my frantic fingers can’t get a grip. After the third attempt leaves my hands raw, I stop and
allow myself to be pulled along, sobbing with pain and terror.
The tentacles clear the workbenches and climb up a short stone wall onto the soil bed where
the trees bask. The tentacles stop and I lay half on, half off the soil bed, while they hover in the air. I
have the impression they are smelling the air, like dogs. Before I can wonder what they are sniffing for,
the tentacles crash into the soil, plunging deep until only a few inches close to my neck remains visible.
The tentacles begin pulsing, spasms wracking them from deep within the earth, up their length, and into
me. I shudder trying to pull away, but the tentacles drag me back and burrow deeper, pinning me
against the dirt. I can’t escape.
Tears make rivers down my cheeks. I’m scared and bewildered. My neck thrums in agony.
“What’s happening to me?” I whisper aloud to the greenhouse.
“What the hell?” a voice replies. “Rose! What happened?”

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For something to last a lifetime it must start with a strong foundation and build upward. Sweet Romantic Suspense Nailed by Cindy Spencer Pape When shy scientist Karen Sikorski meets up with her college crush, Warner Beckett, sparks fly, but she knows the handsome contractor would never fall for a plain nerd like her. Warner, though, has other ideas. Contemporary Erotic Romance Dare to Feel by Nicole Morgan When Brett walks into Tracy’s section at Platinum, she is faced with the one love that she was never able to forget or get over. Contemporary Erotic Romance More Than Friends (Friends to Lovers Book 1) by Krista Ames One lust-filled night may prove more than they both expected. Contemporary Romance Ripped at the Seams by Deelylah Mullin When you feel each stitch in your life unraveling, sometimes it’s better to give in than to be ripped at the seams. Contemporary Romance Cowgirls Don’t Cry by Janice Seagraves Will Gwen’s empathic gift soften her future father-in-law’s heart? Passionate Paranormal Romance Firecracker by Desiree Holt Two men, one woman, and explosive heat. Contemporary Erotic Menage ***Only 99 cents!! ***Goodreads * Amazon

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Marianne Stephens Marianne writes paranormal and contemporary (sensual to HOT) romance and has published some nonfiction stories. http://www.mariannestephens.net

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Gavin Goode by David B. Seaburn Genre: Literary Fiction

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but I think I died today.” So begins the complex and mysterious journey of Gavin Goode and his family. What happened to Gavin and why? What secrets will emerge along the way? Frankie, his wife and a dress store owner, feels guilty, but why? His son, Ryan, who owns an ice cream parlor, and daughter-in-law, Jenna, who is a bank manager, are expecting their first baby. How will this trauma affect them? And what of Rosemary, Frankie’s best friend? Or Ben Hillman and eleven year old, Christopher? How are they implicated in the events that unfold around Gavin’s misfortune? This is a story of despair and hope, dreams and reality, uncertainty and faith,humor, secrecy, forgiveness and beginnings. As in his previous novels, David B. Seaburn demonstrates his in-depth understanding of the human experience and his storytelling mastery. Goodreads * Amazon

In 2010 I retired after having been the director of a public school based free family counseling center. Prior to that I was an Assistant Professor of Psychiatry and Family Medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center for almost twenty years. During my tenure there I taught in a Family Medicine Residency Program, practiced Medical Family Therapy and was the Director of a Family Therapy Training Program. In addition to this I am a retired Presbyterian minister, having graduated from seminary (Boston University) in 1975. I served a church full-time from 1975-1981 before entering the mental health field permanently. I am married; we have two adult daughters and two wonderful granddaughters. My educational background includes two master’s degrees and a PhD. Most of my career was as an assistant professor of psychiatry and family medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center. There I wrote two professional books and over 65 papers and book chapters. In addition to long fiction, I write personal essays, many of which have been published in the Psychotherapy Networker magazine. I also write a blog, “Going Out Not Knowing,” for Psychology Today magazine (http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/going-out-not-knowing). Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Excerpt 2 Chapter 9 Gavin Goode Gavin’s wife Frankie arrives in the Emergency Room.

When Frankie starts screaming, emergency room nurses fly at her from every angle,
trying to calm her, trying to keep her quiet.
“Gavin!”
“That’s okay, that’s okay.”
But it isn’t okay. “Gavin! Gavin! Gavin!”
“Please Mrs. Goode,” says one nurse, her face grey and hard.
“Gavin!”
“Mrs. Goode, you must…” But Frankie can’t hear the nurses. She feels her own throat
vibrating; there is tautness in her neck, but she can’t even hear her own cries. She cranes her
body to look behind the trauma bay curtain just as they are whisking Gavin away to the OR. She
sees his hand dangling. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch. She wants to touch him. She
watches and watches as he rolls away, hoping that he will sit up, confused about where he is, and
say “What the hell is going on here?” She’d call his name—“Gavin!”—and he would run to her,
apologizing for the inconvenience—“Tell me you didn’t rush home for this”— and she would
laugh and say it didn’t matter.
But he is gone. Frankie looks in every direction, not knowing what to do…
Dr. Azziz points to the chairs and then pulls one up for himself.
“We have finished the surgery. There was a large clot causing extreme pressure on your
husband’s brain.” Then he says bullet, bullet, bullet and bullet, bullet. She doesn’t know why he
keeps saying that word. It offends her; makes her feel violated. Ryan asks question after
question, but all she hears is bullet, bullet, bullet. Why does he keep talking about this? Why is
he holding her arm like she’s a little girl about to be escorted somewhere she doesn’t want to go?
She decides not to listen, not to hear anything more even though he keeps saying things. How
can someone with such a kind face talk about something so vile? His eyes are dark and warm.
His teeth, white. His mustache, groomed. She likes the sound of his voice, resonant, yet soft,
even melodic. How can he spew such lies? What is he up to? Dr. Azziz lets go of her arm and
stands. He smiles down at her and his mouth moves again. Then he walks away. She watches
him until he disappears around a corner. She mutters, “Bullet.”

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His Christmas Cabin Surviving Romance Book 1 by Rae B. Lake Genre: Romantic Suspense

Abi is a scared, battered woman who wants nothing more than to just start over. Rebel comes from old money and has spent his entire life guarded and suspicious of anyone who tried to get close to him. A freak snowstorm on the brink of the Christmas holiday leaves them stranded in a run-down hunting cabin with very little food and no way of reaching the outside world. Together they fight through the cruelty of mother nature, the uncertainty of their circumstance and the anger of an ex that won’t take no for an answer. Will this be enough for Rebel to open up and see what true love really looks like and will Abi be able to fight past her own fears. ***DISCLAIMER*** STRONG DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TOPICS/TRIGGERS INCLUDED **Only 99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Fighting a Nightmare Surviving Romance Book 2

Abi thought she was free. She thought she found true love in a hunting cabin over the Christmas holiday. She thought Rebel Rivers was her future. She was so wrong. After a surprise attack leaves her laid up in the hospital, she has more questions than she does answer. The number one question on her mind. Where is Rebel? Now Abi is right back where she started. Abused and a prisoner with no one to call on for help. Robert is determined to keep her as his captive no matter the cost. If he can’t have her, no one can. Will Abi be strong enough to fight even when it seems she is all alone. **Only 99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Surviving His Romance Surviving Romance Book 3

Rebel is the monster. At least that is what the police and lawyers think. They caught him with the gun in his hand and my ex bleeding on the ground from a gunshot wound. They can’t see who the real bad guy is, that don’t know Robert behind the false tears and heartfelt pleas. He is the real monster. Rebel now has to face the possibility of spending a long time behind bars because they think they know the nightmare that I have had to face. He swears to me that he still loves me and that nothing that Robert could put us through will change the way he feels about me but how can that be true, I have brought nothing but drama, heartache and pain into his gold sparkling world. Robert thinks that he can manipulate everyone around him to do as he pleases, but not me. Not anymore. I will survive.**Only 99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma, animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find joy in the words she would put down on the page. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * TwitterInstagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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