The Knights of Camelot Book Tour & Giveaway

Lancelot and the King The Knights of Camelot Book 1 by Sarah Luddington Genre: M/M Historical Fantasy Romance

A love long-held, the love of a knight for his king, a love which must be denied. Lancelot is banished from Camelot in disgrace, not only has he lost his honour and country, but too late he realises he has lost his love. When duty calls him to return, Lancelot doesn’t think twice and once more puts on his armour. If his king needs him and he is called to the sword, he knows where he must be. His country is threatened, the dark wings of war are gathering and his love… that will just have to wait. The needs of one man’s heart cry for peace, but Lancelot understands what he must do. He will stand shoulder to shoulder with the man he loves and if they survive the battlefields, if they can survive the peace, then maybe, just maybe, a knight and his king can put aside their call to arms and listen to the call of their hearts. The Knights of Camelot series is a reimagining of the Arthurian legends. Each book features two (or more) men in love with one another, steamy encounters, and more. These books are not intended to be read as standalones, so be sure to start at the beginning with Lancelot and the King.Goodreads * Amazon book 1 – Lancelot and the King will be FREE June 29th – July 4th!! 

Lancelot and the Sword The Knights of Camelot Book 2

A powerful new threat looms over Camelot and the fleeting sanctuary of love is shattered. Maybe beyond repair. Lancelot and Arthur must place their joy on hold to save the kingdom. As chaos takes hold over the land, the time for tender passion has passed. This is the time for heroes, the time for a king and his greatest knight to make a stand and lead their country through the fires of war. But in the midst of the battles sometimes the needs of the moment demand sacrifice and a trust is broken. With the blood of betrayal still running, Lancelot finds himself drawn to another. Perhaps in Tancred’s tender embrace he might just find the peace he so desperately craves. But a jealous king is a dangerous creature and the ghosts of the dead are intent on hounding a broken soul to the grave. Goodreads * Amazon

Lancelot and the Grail The Knights of Camelot Book 3

A broken and shattered knight hides from the world and from the man who destroyed him. Betrayed by the man he loved, Lancelot vows that the only way he will return is to see the heart of his king staining the floors of Camelot. Then one day, a gentler soul tracks down the tormented knight and sets to repairing a mind so damaged, there may never be a way back. When Tancred finds Lancelot, he is barely recognisable. The revenant of a once powerful knight, with a heart which burns so intensely, it is only the pain which gives life. But Tancred is not going to lose a soulmate he has spent a lifetime waiting to find. Lancelot will return and his sword is thirsty for blood. The power of the Grail and the fury of Excalibur are turned on the enemies of Camelot in a race to save a kingdom and a brotherhood bound in blood. Goodreads * Amazon

Lancelot’s Challenge The Knights of Camelot Book 4

With King Arthur’s blood still fresh on Lancelot’s hands, a deal is struck. A deal which will bind the knight to an evil power in return for the life of the man he loves. Lancelot is forced to work for the fey in a bargain which is set to unleash a new terror on the lands. A force so powerful that even the gods step back to watch. With Tancred at his side, the vengeful knight must bide his time and play the fey’s games. Games which will cost Lancelot his soul if he cannot find a way to defeat the evil which grows. But when the final prophecy is revealed, Lancelot must challenge his fate alone. Goodreads * Amazon

Lancelot’s Burden The Knights of Camelot Book 5

The gods play games, and Albion’s gods seem to enjoy the chase. When chaos descends the gentlest soul will break. When that soul belongs to the man to whom Lancelot has given his heart, death is coming for the tormenters. Lancelot is now the king of Albion and his sword will destroy her enemies. Even if those enemies are more powerful than anything he could have dreamed. But first he needs to save his love. A man so destroyed that his thirst for revenge will not stop until the kingdom runs red. Forced to make alliances with once hated enemies, the needs of war forge dangerous bedfellows. To save a kingdom may just cost Lancelot the only thing he has left. His soul. Goodreads * Amazon

Lancelot’s Curse The Knights of Camelot Book 6

With only one chance to save his lover, and his land, Lancelot must make a new deal with the gods. They will demand everything Lancelot holds and take the last threads of hope from his heart. The torment that the god of chaos and misery sets to work in Lancelot’s life, threatens to destroy Albion and Camelot, but the god never figured on the power of love and with Arthur’s help, there may just be a way to survive such sadness. Lancelot must find a way to stop their destruction before Camelot, Albion and Tancred are lost forever. This time there is no hope, no battle he can win, no twist to save his cursed life. The knight turns his eyes to the heavens and his curse follows on a swift sword. His only hope is that the sacrifice he gives proves to be enough to save his lost love. Goodreads * Amazon

Betrayal of Lancelot The Knights of Camelot Book 7

For six hundred years, Lancelot has been lost. Lost in a world so far from Camelot that his blood stills and his soul craves nothing but oblivion. Six hundred years of fighting other men’s wars and bedding other men’s lovers. Six hundred years of death. But Fate wants her hero back and Lancelot must give up this new world of machines and cities to return to Albion. The gods are rising and Mordred has a new ally. An ally more fearsome than any Lancelot has ever encountered. With Arthur once more by his side, they face what they believe will be their final battle. An appointment with the darkest soul in Albion and his even darker god. Goodreads * Amazon

Passion of Lancelot The Knights of Camelot Book 8

When the battle rests, the hearts are laid bare. Lancelothas destroyed the person who loved him and who brought him back from the dead. Tancred lies broken and Arthur will never release his hold on Lancelot. But wars have no time for broken hearts and the three men are all that stand between Camelot and the advancing armies in the north. Somehow they must find a way to put the pain of broken love to one side before all is lost under the gathering evil. They must learn to trust each other once more, if only for one last time. Camelot needs its greatest knights now; there will be time enough for hearts to heal when the battle is done. If they survive. Goodreads * Amazon

Revenge of Lancelot The Knights of Camelot Book 9

When a god strips you of everything you love, what is there left to do but fight? Lancelot, Arthur and Tancred face their god of madness and chaos in the centre of the world. Fate holds her breath as the three heroes draw on the last of their strength to bring peace to Albion. But can a warrior ever be still? Is there a place where heroes can sleep? Or is there only death for those who made death their lives? Lancelot knows he is facing his final battle, but it is not the battle of the sword he fears, it is the battle of the heart. If he is victorious, he will secure peace for Albion for eternity. Yet still his heart aches. The fiercest knight that Camelot has ever known is fearful of the fragile soul his battered body conceals. There may be only one answer and the thought scares him more than any enemy he has ever faced. Goodreads * Amazon

Lancelot- The Lost Years: The Spear The Knights of Camelot Book 10

“The voices of the past are often too strong to resist. I have been away from Camelot and Albion for five long centuries. Occasionally though, a soul brushes against mine and I feel it… I feel love in all its forms regardless of the cost. No one can replace Arthur or Tancred, but there are souls in this long lonely life that make it bearable, even happy, and I live only for those candle flashes of hope.” Lancelot is cursed to walk the world alone. His is the immortal Knight of Camelot, cast adrift after angering the god Balar. Time drifts endlessly for him until he finds a reason to live. Lady Elizabeth Rothschild is a noble of the Great British Empire and she is going to prove that a noble woman can control just as much as a noble man. Her tool for this mission is a man called Lance Ash, a drunkard, a whoremonger, a wastrel, but someone very good at his job. He is her treasure hunter, and she wants him to find the Holy Spear which pierced the flank of the true God. Lance Ash knows exactly how dangerous such a quest can be for all involved, but when he meets the Lady Rothschild’s half brother, Lance Ash is lost and Lancelot du Lac is reborn. A Knights of Camelot story which takes place between Lancelot’s Curse and Betrayal of Lancelot. Goodreads * Amazon

Sarah Luddington is the author of historical gay romance and contemporary gay romance. She is a gay rights activist, holds three martial arts black belts, a degree in Medieval History and far too many dogs. She lives on a mountain in Spain and in her spare time writes and reads LGBT fiction. Come and visit her website at www.romanticadventures.net or Facebook for more information. She always welcomes contact with her readers. Many thanks. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

“from Arthur and Lancelot”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

WE RODE UP THE hill to the castle and the weather closed in. The clouds lowered, the wind rose,
snapping at my pennon, the Wolf’s head shimmering in the flat light. It would rain before too long,
making footing dangerous. I mentally prepared, once more going through simple combinations of
sword movements in my mind. I brought forward all I knew of Arthur’s fighting style and
remembered every fight we’d shared. Calm filled me, I remained centred and back in my world. This
I knew how to do, I knew how to fight. Women, politics, they were a mystery to me but fighting I
understood.
We approached the castle and I realised a great crowd swelled and rolled, like a huge wave of
humanity. King Arthur always drew an audience. I wished we didn’t have a crowd but Camelot’s all
about spectacle.
Once we reached the main gate, the throng parted. We walked over the moat and through the
wall into the killing fields. The soldiers lined the way to the tourney field, keeping the people back.
We made short work of reaching the site. Without the time to set up a tourney field outside the city,
we were squashed into the practice area. There wasn’t a great deal of room for the castle’s inhabitants
never mind the city folk. The walls began to close in on me, the armour became heavy and my vision
too restricted. The noise of the crowd and the stink of bodies made me wish for the open fields and
my simple life with Else.
I saw Geraint, Kay and many others scattered through the crowd of wealthy merchants. My
eyes slid to the centre of the heaving tableau. I saw two things at once, Arthur, sat astride Willow, his
mighty warhorse and Guinevere stood beside him but not touching him or looking in his direction.
She stared directly at me.
I knew she couldn’t see who sat under the black armour but her ice blue eyes captured my
attention so thoroughly I stopped breathing. Across the distance of the tourney field, I realised
Guinevere’s beauty still made me breathless. The wind moved her cloak and with it her hood, giving
hints of her slim figure and hair spun from the light of the sun.
“Hey, lover, focus,” Else snapped.
I turned to her and looked down into her elfin face. Her eyes had turned the colour of dark
honey when she felt calm and at peace. Her skin always retained a warmth in its tones which
reminded me of summer. Her body’s slimness came from hard work and hours in the saddle, not
contrived eating habits.
I took a deep breath and willed myself to snap the chains Guinevere placed on my heart so
long ago. “You mean the world to me,” I said.
“Bloody good job,” Else said. “Or I might be forced to release that damned spell all over you
again.”
I chuckled, suddenly preferring all the complications of my relationship with Else, to Arthur
and Guinevere any day. I studied my opponent. He sat on Willow, the great black stallion looking

sleek and perfect as ever. Unlike Ash, Willow had the temper of a gelding but the brains of a true
destrier. They were a fine pair, even if Ash’s temper usually meant he’d rather fight with Willow than
beside him. Jealousy in horses is not attractive. Because of Ash’s colour change, they appeared to be
brothers and Ash shifted as he recognised the scent of the other horse. Arthur himself sat straight in
the saddle and the lance in his hand did not waver.
Else rode forward. “My Lord is here and prepared for the tourney,” she said her voice
carrying over the hum of the crowd.
Arthur, his visor raised, said in return, “As is traditional.” His voice rang clear and strong.
Arthur had sobered up. “The knight has the right to ask for anything from me if he wins, other than
my crown.”
“All he asks in return is the chance to plead his case to the greatest of kings, in audience
alone,” Else said.
I frowned. Arthur always included his wife in that speech. Guinevere stood beside him as if a
statue made from chalk. Her eyes blazed with the fury of a smith’s forge. It meant, if a knight were
brave enough he could ask for the Queen. I tried hard to ignore the implications but I felt them like
poisonous demons on my back pulling my hair for attention.
Else distracted me by handing me the black shield I needed for protection. “Good luck and
don’t get hurt,” she whispered. I just grunted in return.
Kay stepped forward. “Are we ready for the joust? Rules as always, the first to yield or the
first to blood is the winner.” Just two rules existed in this contest, don’t aim to kill, don’t maim on
purpose.
Arthur lowered his visor and gathered his reins. Willow stepped forward. I gathered Ash’s
reins and fought him for dominance until he realised he couldn’t grab the bit and run for his enemy.
We lowered our lances. The crowd grew quiet. I focused on Arthur’s great shield. The crest of the oak
emblazoned on its surface. My own felt heavy on my left arm, a comfort. Kay gave the order to
charge. Ash had already begun moving before Kay finished the word. The thunder of his hooves at
full gallop filled my head. We were on the outside run of the lists, nearest the wall rather than the
keep. I couldn’t see anything other than my opponent racing toward me, lowering his lance as I did
mine. I knew we were matched at the quintain, so the chances were we would not unhorse each other
on the first pass. I also knew the more often we did this the more likely one of us would be seriously
hurt. I had to unhorse Arthur regardless of our skill.
Ash reached for greater speed, as was his habit just before we met our target. He lengthened
his stride, I braced my lance against my besagew and angled it a little too far to the left so it would
glance off Arthur’s shield and not splinter into his body by accident. I needed to use his momentum to
unseat him by taking his balance. The horses were a thunderous noise in my head. I tensed my right
side while relaxing my left so I could turn in the saddle if necessary.
One moment I moved freely, with the endless power of my horse racing forward. The next,
the world stopped moving with the brutality of a hammer hitting an anvil. The anvil being my
shoulder. Arthur’s lance shattered against me, my lance struck his shield and shattered to one side. He
hit me square. Hunkered down behind my shield the splintered wood cascaded around me. I twisted to
accommodate the force of his momentum. Arthur however, was not so lucky.
Galloping past each other, I realised I’d struck home. I’d hit him a strong glancing blow. His
seat in the saddle had overextended toward me, enabling him to hit me with accuracy, but it meant I’d
encouraged him too far past his centre of gravity. Arthur twisted to stay seated but as I pulled Ash up,
having discarded the shaft of my lance, I saw him overbalance. Instead of fighting the fall, Arthur
flipped his right leg over Willow’s neck and almost stepped off the horse. The stallion slowed, the

other half of a perfect team. Willow snorted and stamped, returning to Arthur, allowing him to pull his
great two handed bastard broadsword from his saddle. Arthur carried the thing on his back in battle
but Willow’s calm nature meant the horse returned with it even in the joust. I couldn’t have done that
with Ash. Whenever I fell off, he trotted away in disgust.
I’d earned the right to fight from horseback but I would never choose to do so, the unfair
advantage was not my way. I threw my leg over Ash’s neck and slid off the side, drawing my sword
as my feet hit the ground. My own favoured weapon was a hand-and-half broadsword. Big, but I
could wield it either one or two handed. I chose two for the moment and approached Arthur with great
care. His weapon was longer but heavier than mine and I knew from experience he intended to finish
this fight quickly. I had never known anyone move as fast as he could with that monster. However, he
couldn’t move as fast as me and I was fitter.
“You did well in the joust, Sir Knight,” Arthur said. I approached watching, gauging,
assessing.
I tilted my head in acknowledgement of the compliment. He often engaged people in
conversation and then sprang into attack in the middle of a sentence.
“This vow of silence Does not need to continue, we are alone, tell me who you are and why
you want private audience with me,” he said, circling me.
The noise of the crowd cheering started to filter through the adrenaline. I did not want a
conversation. I moved into an obvious overhead strike, Arthur raised his sword and blocked the strike.
The swords crashed, sparks flew and my blade slid off Arthur’s. We began the fight in earnest. The
weapons wove patterns in the dull winter light and as predicted, the rain put in an appearance. We
were both good. I realised even if Arthur had been drinking, his skill remained sharp and there seemed
to be a driving force to his fight which never existed before. He attacked with unfamiliar recklessness.
I managed to slip under his guard and smashed my blade into his breastplate, but at the same moment,
I felt him smack my backplate with the pommel of his sword. It threw me forward me and I headed
for the dirt. I tucked and rolled. The unfamiliar armour made it a hard, slow movement.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I came up. I turned back to Arthur, just as he came in for a strike, which
would have taken my head off. I threw myself backward. This was supposed to be to the point we
yielded, not died. I gathered my senses together and realised this fight had become serious.
Did he know who was under the black armour? Did he care or did he want me dead?
He came at me again and it dawned on me I might lose this bout. If I did he would unmask
me in front of the crowd and I couldn’t give him due warning about my existence. He’d have to arrest
me without listening to me. He lunged. I deflected and led him into a pattern of movements. The
crowd screamed their approval. I caught a glimpse of Kay and Geraint, they stood side by side, grim
faced and silent. Arthur relaxed; he thought he’d worn me down. I caught the rhythm of his strike
toward my legs, swept his blade, rather than allowing it to smash into me, and forced it into a circle.
Arthur’s body had already began to turn into the next attack and I took control of his momentum. I
stepped into the attack, closed the distance, hooked my leg around his ankle and pulled back, while
smashing my armoured elbow into the top of his breastplate. He crashed to the ground and grunted,
air rushed out of his lungs. Arthur, always the scrapper, rolled away from me fast. I knew he’d move,
so as he rolled onto his chest I dropped over his body. The weight of me, my armour and his own,
pinned him down. I hooked my arm under his chin and pulled back against his helmet. Arthur grunted
in his discomfort.
I said, trying to hide my voice despite my breathlessness, “Yield, your Majesty, you know
you cannot win from here.”
I felt him strain against me. Our armour ran slick with rain. He would not yield. If I didn’t

hold him and we ended up fighting he would know it was me. He’d be able to smash me to death. I
wouldn’t be able to pin him again this easily. Despite my weight bearing down on him, Arthur heaved
and managed to raise himself off the ground, twisting as he did so.
“Please, Arthur, just fucking yield,” I cried out trying to force him down. The crowd didn’t
hear me but he did.
Arthur locked rigid. He now lay on his back, his left arm free. He raised his visor. He panted
hard but he looked more alive than he had that morning.
“Lancelot?” he whispered, his expression confused.
“Please, Arthur.” I eased my weight off him. “We need to talk. You are in danger.”
For just a moment his dark blue eyes filled with joy, before ungovernable rage contorted his
face.
“I will never yield to you traitor,” he screamed, pushing against me. His heavy gauntlet
smashed into my head. The fist bounced off my helmet but the whiplash and noise were enough to
disorientate me for a moment. The shock of seeing the loathing in Arthur’s face made my brain
disengage from the fight. I found myself rolling back with Arthur on top trying to wrench my
helmet off.
I heard feet pounding toward us. Arthur almost yanked my head off trying to open my visor. I
saw Else running and Geraint’s voice booming at Arthur to stop. His fist came up as he saw my face. I
just lay there, unable to stop my King from trying to kill me. His fist came down. Pain radiated
through my head and my mind finally knew peace from the hate in his eyes.

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The Immortal Brotherhood Book Tour & Giveaway

The Immortals The Immortal Brotherhood Book 1 by Alesha Escobar & H.M. Jones Genre: Paranormal Fantasy

Raina Black steals treasures from warlords, spies on governments and corporations, and sleeps like a baby at night. But after a particularly rough job where she inexplicably wakes up in a tomb in Cairo, things get weird. First, Noah Mason, a man she swears she saw die, approaches her, claiming to be a demon hunter. Then, Noah insists she must fulfill her family legacy by helping him restore the Immortal Brotherhood…before all hell breaks loose. But Raina wants no part of it. Going up against dark supernatural forces is above her pay grade. However, when the promise of a cure for her terminally ill sister hangs in the balance, Raina decides that the Immortal Brotherhood could solve her problems. Between dodging bounty hunters, non-sparkly vampires, and Noah Mason’s smoldering gaze, Raina has to use her skill and wit to pull off the most dangerous job she’s ever taken on. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

A Discovery of Faeries The Immortal Brotherhood Book 2

When Noah Mason’s boss ventures into Faerieland and doesn’t return, he figures he ought to get her back before apocalyptic chaos reigns.

Lady Arabella is the only person on earth who can open and shut doorways to the mythical land of magic and terror, and if her power falls into the wrong hands, everyone’s screwed. But, he’s not going alone. The raven-haired Raina Black with her powerful Seer Stone is by his side, joined by Chinonso the Reaper and Thomas the Time Traveler. Unfortunately, they all must tolerate Raina’s double-crossing sister Trixie, as well. After her brush with dark magic, they don’t trust her to be left alone, and her gift with sorcery may come in handy. In this second installment, the Immortal Brotherhood faces down otherworldly creatures, trying not to bring on the wrath of the Faerie Queen, while also outmaneuvering a secret society seeking to possess powers never meant for men. Throw into the mix a bloodthirsty serial killer with dangerous magic at his command, and the Brotherhood has their work cut out for them. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Alesha Escobar writes fantasy to support her chocolate habit. She enjoys reading everything from Tolkien and the Dresden Files, to the Hellblazer comics and classic literature. She’s the author of the bestselling Gray Tower Trilogy, an action-packed supernatural thriller set in an alternate World War II. The trilogy hit the bestsellers lists at Amazon (Top 60 in the entire Kindle store), as well as iBooks, Kobo, Barnes & Noble online, and Amazon UK. Alesha is also the co-author of the bestselling Aria Knight Chronicles and Immortal Brotherhood series. Besides being a loving warrior mom to her six children, she enjoys crafts, consuming more coffee than is necessary, and spending time with her husband Luis, a 20-year art veteran for The Simpsons television show. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Luck was clearly not on Noah’s side tonight. Of all the people he had to get stuck with in a
deadly, magical swampland, it had to be Trixie Black. They’d both gotten over the initial shock of
falling directly into a sloshy brown world covered in reeds, and, if Noah had to guess, deadly

water snakes of some sort. They were now trying to figure out how to regroup with Raina,
Thomas, and Chinonso.
Or, rather, Noah was trying to regroup. Trixie, it seemed, couldn’t care less about finding their
lost companions. As a matter of fact, she seemed to positively glow upon landing in the mucky
swamp waters. She’d straightened, looked around, and beamed at their surroundings, as if
returning home after a long and exhausting trip. She should live in a swamp, Noah thought
wearily, it fits her lovely personality.
They managed to pull themselves out of the swamp onto semi-dry land and walked down a
winding path full of bendy, twisty marsh trees hanging with curtains of glistening, lime green
swamp moss. It was an eerily beautiful place, actually. It glowed in a strange and somewhat off-
putting way. The colors were a deeper shade of their earthly counterparts, showy even in a dark
swamp like this.
He might have been able to appreciate it, if he weren’t so worried about where his companions
had gone to, and whether they were having to fight off hordes of Servi Mortis sorcerers. Not
Trixie, though. She was having the time of her life. The stubble- headed annoyance persistently
skipped ahead, like a child, and Noah kept having to jog to keep up with her. She’d found a
second-wind, it seemed since they landed here, and had not broken down into one of her
coughing fits from the exertion. He was very tempted to push her back into the murky brown
waters just to slow her down.
Noah stopped for a second, bending over to tie his shoe, when he realized he could not hear
Trixie’s feet squelching in quick skips along the mucky path. He stood, suddenly on alert, and
was immediately smacked wetly along the side of the head by one of the twisty, moss covered
swamp tree branches. He fell backward into a few inches of swamp water.
She didn’t lose any time in turning from him and running the opposite way. He struggled to pull
himself out of the gloopy muck that seemed to stick to him when he tried to pull against it. He
finally pulled free, and, despite the throbbing in the right side of his face where she hit him,
raced after her with all of his speed. He ran so fast, his sloshy steps spraying muddy water up
his back, that he almost ran right into Trixie. She’d stopped dead in the middle of a wet field
sitting between two deep marsh ponds. He put the brakes on, but almost plowed her over when
the wet earth under his feet made him slide forward a few feet. He grabbed her skinny arm,
steadying himself.
“You evil little…” Noah started, gripping her arm tightly.
But he stopped when he realized her pale eyes were wide in panic. He followed her gaze and
cursed. Waiting in the marsh clearing twenty feet across from where Trixie stopped was a tall
redhead with a gleaming bionic hand. Martin. Not far behind him were several Servi Mortis
sorcerers, making their way toward them.

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Sum Of All Tears Book Tour & Giveaway

Icehaven Sum of All Tears Book 1 by Kim Cresswell & M.K. Chester Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Dystopian, Paranormal

They said it wouldn’t happen. Everything would be better. They were wrong. After a climate change experiment goes terribly wrong, August Madison, finds herself resurrected in a frozen wasteland. With most of the world’s population and food sources annihilated, depraved nomadic gangs patrol the lawless landscape as outlasters claw for survival. Amid the chaos, Graysen Marx, iron-fisted leader of the domed settlement Liberty, emerges from the catastrophic event with his own agenda. When August crosses his path, he sees an opportunity he must exploit. She sees an evil she must destroy. Fans of The Day after Tomorrow, The Handmaid’s Tale, Mad Max, and The Hunger Games are sure to enjoy this enthralling post apocalyptic dystopian adventure with a paranormal twist. Goodreads * Books2Read

Liberty Sum of All Tears Book 2

A new enemy rises. Surviving the cold is only the beginning. In the second installment of the exciting Sum of all Tears series, a core group of survivors from Liberty travel to Boston, endangering themselves and those they left behind in a winner-takes-all showdown that will leave readers breathless. Fans of The Day after Tomorrow, The Handmaid’s Tale, Mad Max, and The Hunger Games are sure to enjoy this enthralling post apocalyptic dystopian adventure with a paranormal twist. Goodreads * Books2Read

Kim Cresswell resides in Ontario, Canada and is the bestselling and award-winning author of the action-packed WHITNEY STEEL series. Her romantic thriller, Reflection (A Whitney Steel Novel – Book One), has won numerous awards including RomCon®’s 2014 Readers’ Crown Finalist (Romantic Suspense), InD’tale Magazine 2014 Rone Award Finalist (Suspense/Thriller), UP Authors Fiction Challenge Winner, Silicon Valley’s Romance Writers of America (RWA) “Gotcha” contest. Kim also signed a 3-book German translation deal with LUZIFER Verlag for the first three books in the series: Reflection, Retribution and Resurrect. Lethal Journey won RomCon®’s 2014 Readers’ Crown (Thriller). The Assassin Chronicles TV series was in development with Council Tree Productions. The TV series is based on Kim’s upcoming 4-book paranormal/supernatural thriller series: Deadly Shadow (May 2018), Invisible Truth, Assassin’s Prophecy, and Vision of Fire. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

M.K. Chester is an RWA award-winning author of historical and contemporary romance. Her first novel, Surrender to the Roman, is currently published with Carina Press. Her three-book historical series, Bryeton Books, focuses on love, loss and redemption in small town America at the turn of the 20th century, while her latest release, Crashed, is the first book in the contemporary New South Series. M.K. is a native Buckeye who lives in Tennessee. She’s married to a veteran, recently became a MoM (Mother of Marine), and will soon become a grandmother. She adores her Scottish Terriers and is fighting MS. Newsletter * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram Series Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Mysteries and Strange Events Book Tour & Giveaway

Mysteries and Strange Events – Nine Short Stories by Drew Jones Genre: Mystery

Mysteries and Strange Events Volume One brings together an evocative debut collection of nine short stories from the author Drew Jones. They are fantastically wide ranging in subject, and includes Jaguar cars, railway accidents, strange salvage operations, commercial espionage, greed, science fiction and ghosts – and every reader will find a favourite within the book. They will all make him stop, think, and question. This amazing mix is completed with some light humour as the flamboyant sleuth – Mr Theodore Halfpenny, makes his first appearance. This irresistible book will be your perfect companion as you commute to work, struggle through a long haul flight, or just to keep at the side of the bed after a long day. Goodreads * Amazon

My name is Drew Jones and enjoy writing about mysterious and strange events. Some of my ideas are derived from my interest in classic cars, military airfields and the paranormal. I normally write in my study in Wales with my Labrador dog Monty at my feet, and many ideas and plots are thought through on our walks together in the woods. There are lots of ideas buzzing in my head, many involving our sleuth Theodore Halfpenny, who will appear in Mysterious and Strange Events Volume 2 – which I hope to start work on soon! I have really had fun putting this collection together – so I hope you have enjoyed them too. Perhaps you have read them on your commute to work, on a plane as you travel towards your holiday, or as a quick read at the end of a long day. As with all authors, I would be grateful if you would leave a review on Amazon – it only takes a second, and is always much appreciated. It would be very nice to hear from all my readers, so if you would like to contact me personally, please email at: Andrewjones888@btinternet.com

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Druid’s Portal: The First Journey by Cindy Tomamichel Genre: Time Travel Romance, Historical Fantasy

A portal closed for 2,000 years.An ancient religion twisted by modern greed.A love that crosses the centuries. An ancient druid pendant shows archaeologist Janet visions of Roman soldier Trajan. The visions are of danger, death, and love—but are they a promise or a curse? Her fiancé Daman abandons her before the wedding, her beloved museum is ransacked, and a robed man vanishes before her eyes. Haunted by visions of a time she knows long gone, Janet teeters on the edge of a breakdown. In the shadow of Hadrian’s Wall and 2,000 years back in time, Janet’s past and present collide. Daman has vowed to drive the invaders from the shores of Britain and march his barbarian hordes to Rome. Trajan swears vengeance against the man who threatens both his loves—Janet and the Empire. Time is running out—for everyone. Goodreads * Amazon

Druid’s Portal : The Second Journey

A love that can never be. Ethan—latest guardian of the Arwen pendant—finds his heritage of time travel a burden he can scarcely endure. Rowena—last of the line of Daman—is a soldier in the Celtic army, forced to perform deeds that haunt her. Both tormented by visions of the other, separated by barriers of time. A time that should not exist. Rowena flees the catastrophic end of her time but is trapped by an ancient family pact with an evil goddess. Desperate to save her, Ethan crosses over into her timeline, where his parents never met, and Daman—their greatest enemy—rules. The past is ruled by a man who knows the future. Thirty days to stop a goddess taking over her body. Thirty days to save his timeline. Together they will fight their way through an altered history to the dark past of Stonehenge. But time is running out—for everyone. Goodreads * Amazon

Cindy Tomamichel is a multi-genre writer. Escape the everyday with time travel action adventure novels, scifi and fantasy stories or tranquil scenes for relaxation. Find a world where the heroines don’t wait to be rescued, and the heroes earn that title the hard way. The Druid’s Portal series is a genre blend of action, adventure, romance, time travel and magical historical fantasy set in Roman Britain. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * Twitter * InstagramPinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Druid’s Portal: The Second Journey
Then a sound… soft laughter… and he gazed at the woman with hair the colour of
moonlight and eyes as dark as the night. Coloured mist wrapped around her, tight woven as
destiny. Dark threads of death and red banners of danger – all centred around and surrounding
the woman.
His love.
She filled a hole in his heart he had always known was there, but had never known the
shape of it was her. The sense of completeness hit him like a blow.

“I will find you… ” he shouted as she faded. “I will protect you, always… ”
But she was gone, leaving nothing but a ghostly fragrance of flowers, and he was alone
once more.

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She staggered, feeling dizzy. The pendant felt so heavy, too heavy for its size, and she
clutched the desk as the room spun around her. She blinked as a grey mist blurred her vision,
and then blinked again. In the grey mist stood a man, a stranger, but she felt she knew him. He
was tall and solid with muscle, his dark red-black hair grew past his shoulders, and his leaf
green eyes looked at her. Straight at her. There was no doubt he saw her. She stretched out a
hand to him as he did the same, yet between them was a barrier she could not breach. Standing
like sentinels around him were trees larger than she had ever seen. She gasped, and deep into
her lungs rushed the smell of old forests, the mustiness of time measured in centuries, and the
coppery taste of blood.
The mist swirled, and she clung tightly to the desk. He was the vision of a moment, but
there was a bond between them she could not deny.
He vanished, and all she was left with was a tangle of impressions.
Death and danger came with this man.
Yet also love.
How could such things be?

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