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When the time comes for
Vushla to die, they go into the ocean and are dissolved away. Or so
Terrill has always believed, and still believes after taking part in
his father’s final journey. But when he meets a young Vushlu who
lives by the sea, Terrill must confront information that calls this
fundamental belief into question. Will the two of them discover
the truth? And what should they do with what they find?

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Kititit looked at different Vushla in turn as he told the story about buying a beast from a giant
and tricking the fellow into lowering the price. The Vushla’s armor mostly left their faces bare, so
you could see them drink the story in, especially the young ones. All right, maybe his mate’s
uncle’s cousin wasn’t exactly a giant, but he was big enough that none of his neighbors gave
him any backtalk. Kititit had come out of that exchange well enough to enjoy bragging about it,
even if he did embellish the details a bit for effect.
It was a fine way to spend an evening. It would have been, even if the breeze hadn’t been a
trifle nippy. He’d always liked campfires, but he particularly enjoyed them in villages like this.
Vushlu armor wasn’t exactly reflective, but almost, enough to catch the firelight and play with it a
bit. And while he always liked the smell of a campfire, it mingled especially nicely with the
unique tangy smell of the sea. As for the traces of fish odor, he didn’t mind them. He did
wonder, looking around at the Vushla, how much of it all they could smell with those small holes
in their faces. His big mesh-covered nostrils had to do a better job, unless they somehow didn’t.
He caught the fisher lad’s eye for just a moment before the lad looked away. A bit shy, that one,
but with thirsty ears, always soaking in whatever story Kititit chose to tell. Kititit’s oldest son had
been like that, when he was a good bit younger. And when the boy and his sister had come with
Kititit on his journeys, there had been plenty of time for telling tales.
Naturally the boy, or rather the proud young father, had started staying home now that he had a
mate and little ones. And Kititit’s daughter, once proud to be included, had lately been more like
willing. A good-hearted lass, ready to help her father in case he was too old and feeble to
handle things alone; but it was time for her to live in the center of her own life, and Kititit to go
back to how he used to travel, enjoying his own and the beast’s company.
Still, it was nice to have a youngster or two around the campfire.

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Donovan

Dreamboat Carter’s ambition in life wasn’t to become

the lead singer of the
band Maverick. His plan to move to Brighton to assist his aunt run a halfway house was
to get away from his past. He’d finished his degree, had the skills
to help his aunt. Life for him would be settled.

When he saw Alex Devlin, lead singer of the
globally successful rockband,Fragile, peelingcarrots at his aunt’s kitchen sink, he faltered on the threshold.

Devastated that she is now unable to walk

down the best Milan runways, Leia is
surprised when Red & Black record label want to meet her. After a
single meeting, Leia is cosseted into the family of the record label.
But, it’s her passionate encounter with Donovan Carter that changes
her life forever.

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Will Valentino beat Sebastian to marry Tara or
will Tara listen to
Sebastian’s parents and believe she is just another groupie to fallfor the rock star?

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Grace Harper is a British author who loves to write about strong women and

handsome men. She writes steamy romance novels that will warm your heart.

Writer of the Brodie Saga and the Geary Series, Grace immerses you in
stories of love, or rather, love’s pursuit to bring together two
people who were meant for each other. It’s not always quick or easy
but it will happen eventually.

When Grace is not writing, she can be found mooching about in
stationery
stores. Grace might have a Maltesers addiction but is not ready to
stand up and own that just yet.

Margo: Are you there yet?
Me: No, I saw you ten minutes ago
The journey to Brighton took an hour by train, and then a taxi ride out to the business premises. Red &
Black based their headquarters in a mansion, in the middle of nowhere. Brighton was filled with the same
looking houses as mine. Four and five storey houses, on terraced streets. If they were anything like mine,
the homes used to have whole families living in them two hundred years ago but now were split into flats.
When I gave the address to the taxi driver, he told me it would be a half hour drive and to get
comfortable.
Driving along the gravel path to the mansion and across the car park, my mouth was open with awe at the
architecture of the old building. Maybe in my previous life, I lived in the 1800s and owned a house like
mine when it was brand new. They drew me in, fascinated me to the point I wanted to scour every inch
of the place. I’d hoped to find a hidden box of letters in my house and discover a mystery from years
gone by, but never did.
I paid the driver and stood looking up at the large windows, craning my neck back, scanning the rooms
and the gargoyles that protected the building. A woman waved from the window to my left, she had a
handsome man stood to her right who nodded in my direction. It was difficult to tell who they were as
the sun glinted off the leaded windows. I waved back and ducked in through the main door to reception.
“I’m here to meet with Erin Devlin, my name is Leia Bryant,” I said to the girl behind the desk.
“I know who you are, Ms Bryant, I’m a big fan. It’s great that you agreed to the meeting, I hope you say
yes to what they’re proposing,” the young girl said.
Her nose ring glinted in the overhead light, making her nose look cute. She rounded the desk where I
could see her short blue tartan over thick white tights. I was sweltering in my light jacket, I couldn’t
imagine how warm she would be in her thick roll neck white jumper. It was April but felt like summer.
“I’m Becky, if you need anything at all while you’re here, let me know,” she said over her shoulder.
Leading the way through the corridors, we passed recording studios and what sounded like a kitchen.
Turning the corner, I was met with a glass-walled meeting room. On one side of the glass table sat four
very recognisable faces. I was only expecting to meet with Erin.
Becky held the door open for me to walk through and left me standing on the other side.
“Hi,” I said.
My meek voice betraying the intimidation I felt.
I was a massive fan of Fragile and to see two of the band members on the other side of the table. Shaking
their hands felt surreal. Seb introduced me to his fiancé, Tara, who looked heavily pregnant, and I greeted
Erin last.
“I wasn’t expecting to see all four of you, I’m delighted to meet you all,” I said in a more firm tone.
“We thought we would come in numbers to persuade you to say yes,” Erin offered first.
Grateful for the glass and a pitcher of water, I poured myself a drink and listened to their idea. Erin
wasted no time telling me their plan and when she finished, there was a hushed silence for a few moments
until Tara groaned. Seb immediately checked she wasn’t going into labour and then stood behind Tara to
rub her shoulders. While I watched the love dance back and forth between them, I felt a spike of envy. I
had given up any hope of finding a decent man to marry, spending too many years on the road and never
in one city for longer than a week. Having a holiday was a luxury. There was always another sought-aftermodelling job that I knew would dry up one day. I figured I would sleep when my contracts stopped.
Now that I had the chance to take time off, the hottest record label in music was offering me a starring
role in a music video for Maverick. I was to be Donovan’s love interest, a story that spanned eighty years
in a six-minute video. My first thought was that Margo would be pissed off when she found out what they
expected me to do with Dreamboat Donovan. I hoped she forgave me because I was saying yes to this job.
Me: They want me to kiss Donovan
Margo: SAY YES
“How far along are you, Tara?” I asked to distract my attention away from my overzealous sister and her
constant stream of GIFs of pop video kisses.
“I’m due any minute, it could happen at any moment, Leia. The twins are kicking the hell out of my
bladder, and I will give them their first telling off as soon as I give birth. I swear they already know how
to bicker and fight like proper siblings.”
I laughed at her comment, nodding.
“I have six siblings, I can relate.”
“Six,” Seb said. “Don’t get any ideas,” his comment was aimed at Tara.
“You know how babies are made, right?”

 

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What
Adam found was nothing even remotely resembling what Regional
Director Berg was looking for. It had been a small clerical error
made by a temp transposing a letter or two in a last name that led
Adam St. James to his incredible discovery. But this discovery was
too incredible, too massive to even contemplate as being authentic.
Adam himself did not believe it could be true. Would he be proven
correct or was the truth too immeasurably stranger than fiction? 

If
Adam had accidently stumbled upon a great discovery, it would mean
that he had fortuitously confirmed the existence of the cryptid of
all cryptids. Had Adam found scientific and verifiable proof of the
existence of an unknown species of creatures capable of transforming
to human form or was this some immense practical joke designed to
annoy and embarrass him and his father, noted forensic archeologist
and author, Edward St. James?

His
journey will be fantastic. His discovery, if true, immense.

But
will Adam and his eclectic family survive discovery? Will
humanity?

Cryptid:
Discovery chronicles the discovery of the Gens Collective, ancient
and primal beings previously unknown to humanity but living among
mankind as crypto humans.

They
live among us.

Murder,
intrigue, deception, treachery, lust and betrayal all come together
in the Cryptid Trilogy as mankind faces off against an unknown
species bent on its total destruction as the dominant species on the
planet.

Adam
continues to develop his amazing natural abilities as he seeks to
understand and control them. How will this saga end?

Working
with his father, renowned archeologist Edward St. James, and his new
wife, Misti Alarcon, Adam St. James continues his investigation into
the Gens Collective and its rival rebel faction, the Black Shirts.
Both factions seek the demise of homo sapiens and have developed the
means to destroy humanity in what they call the Great Cull. And theyseek to destroy each other.

As
Adam continues his dialog with Paulo Fortizi, leader of the Gens
Collective, he is met with deceit and duplicity at every turn. The
Gens Collective desperately seeks to find Adam, who they call the
Human, and recover their lost Library.

Adam
continues to develop extraordinary new mental abilities with a close
group of colleagues and finds his new abilities are more powerful and
frightening than he could possibly imagine. Can he control his powers
or will they be his undoing?

With
the addition of the beautiful and mysterious Alana McCarthy, world
renowned NSA computer hacker, and the equally mysterious and lethal
Nocera “Noki” Lee, Adam confronts his adversaries uncovering the
depth and breadth of the plot against humanity. Can they succeed?
Only Adam holds the key to prevent unleashing total
annihilation.

The
mysterious Cardinal Bellinelli plots against the Black Shirts and the
Gens Collective to spark a war between the Gens and humanity he
believes will eliminate the Gens species on the planet. Does the
Vatican hold the answers Adam seeks? Which side will the Vatican
choose and why?

Murder,
treachery and betrayal combine with unexpected twists and turns, as
events pit friend against friend, family against family, and species
against species. Nothing is as it appears to be, and new discoveries
shed light upon old grievances.

The
Black Shirts and their charismatic leader, Saldana Ri, develop the
means to destroy the rival Gens Collective and humanity, but will
they unleash the devastation? Can they? What explosive secrets does
Saldana hide that could destroy her leadership and shift the balance
of power back to her rival, Paulo Fortizi of the Gens
Collective.

With
the means of destruction of humanity complete, it’s a race againsttime to prevent genocide on a global scale. Can Adam stop the
impending holocaust? Can anyone?

With
the fate of mankind and the Gens Nation hanging in the balance,
forces array against Adam and his teams trying to prevent the
conflagration that could signal the demise of intelligent life on the
planet.

New
tech, new weapons and new adversaries, along with new powers never
thought to exist, entertain the reader throughout the novel. New mind
journeys and psychic powers begin to reveal themselves as both the
savior and destructor of humanity.

I
am single, have one son who was active in my first three novels, theCryptid Trilogy. I speak Spanish fluently.

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Poignant
in the extreme, you’ll want to keep the tissues nearby. These two
will make you laugh, cry, and fall in love … with life and with
them.

2003, November.
“For always.”
Lola had liked it, and it hadn’t been long before things had been finalised, and Melissa and John
adopted Lola as their own little girl. It had all suddenly come back.
Lola had gotten off the bus as normal, at the bottom of the driveway on Decatur road. It was
cold, and although Momma Melissa had made Lola promise to wear her mittens and scarf, they
were stuffed in her bag. Odd though that Momma Melissa hadn’t met her on the drive like she
normally did. The car was there. As she got near the house, there was a note pinned to the
door.
“Lola,” it read. “Come to Poohsticks. Surprise. Momma.”
Lola dropped her little schoolbag and trotted off to the bottom of the garden. She hoped
Momma was ok. The two of them had been ok without John, but it had been weird. She knew
Momma Melissa had been upset sometimes. Lola could always tell. Momma Melissa usually
gave her extra cuddles when she felt sad, or arranged lots of activities for them. Lola didn’t
mind. She was sad that daddy John was going to die. He was nice, but it was typical of her luck.
She’d finally found people who liked her, and one of them died pretty much straight away. Lola
kicked through the leaves as she made her way to Poohsticks. At first, she’d been closer to
Mommie Melissa. She smiled a beautiful smile, and hugged her tight. Daddy John hugged her
too, and smiled. But at first Lola had been a bit scared of him. Like he was fierce of something.
Which he wasn’t. And just as she got not scared of him, he did something to the car and didn’t
come home again. What was Mommie Melissa doing down here.? She only came here with
Daddy John, and they hadn’t been here in a few months. But Lola knew the way, and pretty
soon she neared the clearing. She rounded the corner, and saw Mommie Melissa sitting in one
corner…And saw something.
Saw someone.
Someone else sat beside her.
A man.

At first, she thought it was a new boyfriend. Daddy John had died. But then she saw the black
hair, and that sideways smile, and the look in his eyes as he saw the little girl. He stood shakily.
She didn’t hear his words.
“Hey Lola,” he said softly. “Haven’t you got a kiss for your daddy?”
She flung herself across the path and into his arms. He sank to his knees and embraced the girl,
tears streaming down his face.
“I remembered you,” he said, studying her face after, at long last, their embrace had ended.
“Your little face. You kept appearing to me. My little Lola. I love you so much, my little Lola.”
Then Lola was sat between them, and they both embraced her. She was crying now, but they
were tears of happiness.
The day after, they kept Lola away from school, and played with her all day. The happy day
began at seven thirty, when, deep in contented slumber, John and Melissa were awakened by a
happy little girl begging to be allowed into their bed. They relented, and she nestled down
between her adopted mummy and daddy happily. But she was too excited to sleep.
“Sing me the song, Daddy,” she said looking into John’s face.
John’s mind was a blank, and he thought hard to try to remember it.
“Lola honey,” began Melissa. “He doesn’t…”
“It’s ok,” said John touching his wife’s arm gently, “I’ll figure it out. There’s something there in
the back of my head. Let’s just see if it’s the right one.”
Lola propped herself up John’s chest and watched anxiously as John thought. There was only
one song in his head, right there at the back of his mind. He watched his daughter and began
to sing.
“Oh give me a home…” he began.
Lola closed her eyes with pleasure. He’d remembered.
“Where the buffalo roams,” he continued softly. “And the deer and the antelope play.”
“You remembered,” said Melissa, squeezing his arm.
“Can I continue the song?” he asked, a gentle smile playing across his face. They nodded.

“Where seldom is heard,” he sang watching the little girl’s eyes as they studied him. “A
discouraging word. Come on honey, join in”
“And the skies are not cloudy all day,” they all sang together.
They lay there singing Home on the Range till gone nine. At just after ten, sitting in the leaky
kitchen with the collapsed roof eating breakfast, a knock came on the door. Lola jumped down
from her stool at the breakfast bar, but John held her arm.
“No honey,” he said. “Finish up your breakfast. The man of the house is home now. Let me
answer my own front door. It’s been a while.”
Melissa watched him as he grabbed his walker and edged his way to the door. The knock came
again. Bell must be burnt out again, she thought. She added it to her mental list of jobs to do.
In the hall, her husband had reached the door, and opened it. There was a woman standing
there, slight of frame, with pulled back dark hair. She was wearing a uniform, all black with a
logo on it that John didn’t recognise

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Grelic,suddenly tired of his life, reluctantly agrees and meets the only
survivor of the horrible massacre: Fitch Iane. Broken, mentally and
physically, Fitch babbles about demons stalking through the mists and
a terrible monster prowling the skies, breathing fire and death.

Having
spent most of their lives dreaming about leaving their sleepy village
and travelling the world, Delin Kerny and Fennic Attleford never
thought that one day they would be forced to flee their town in order
to save their lives. Everything changes when they discover the fabled
Star Silver sword and learn that there are some who want the weapon
for themselves. Hunted by a ruthless mercenary, the boys run from Fel
Darrins and are forced into the adventure they only dreamed
about.

Ever
ashamed of the horrors his kind let loose on the world the last mage,
Dakeb, lives his life in shadows. The only thing keeping him alive is
his quest to stop the Silver Mage from reassembling the crystal. His
chance finally comes through the hearts and wills of Delin and
Fennic. Dakeb bestows upon them the crystal shard, entrusting them
with the one thing capable of restoring peace to Malweir.

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Passionate
about history, he combines his knowledge of the past with modern
military tactics to create an engaging, quasi-realistic world for the
readers. He graduated from Campbell University with a degree in
history and is pursuing a Masters of Arts degree in Military History
from Norwich University. He currently lives outside of Raleigh, N.C.
and devotes his time to writing, his family, and their two Bernese
Mountain Dogs. If you drive by you might just find him on the porch
with a cigar in one hand and a pen in the other.

Half of the Goblins were dead before the rest knew what was happening. They scrambled for cover,
spitting a futile volley back in return. Only three Goblins were alive by the time the Gnaal burst from
cover. The elm stand exploded in a hail of fire and splinters. A terrible roar shook the ground as the
decaying monster stormed into the thick of the battle. Fennic saw death searching him out.
Phaelor screamed to be drawn. To exact revenge and finish the job already begun. Dead bodies wereflung recklessly aside and crushed under the Gnaal’s advance. Blaron did exactly as he was told. His eight
men withdrew as fast as they could before the great beast spotted them. Hallis wasn’t so fortunate. The
Gnaal’s rotting head turned his way and those vile eyes locked on the sergeant. The Gnaal smiled and
started towards the ridge.
The recruits broke and ran in fear. Some stood petrified. Hallis wished he could find a place to hide for
this was the most horrific experience of his life. This went beyond the decadence and horrors on the
plains of Gren. This was pure and malevolent hatred. He shakily reached back and drew another arrow.
“Save it,” Norgen growled.
The Gnaal was coming closer.
Axe in hand, the Dwarf said, “Take your people and flee. Look after these two for me.”
“Where are you going?”
Norgen smiled grimly. “I’m tired of running from this bastard.”
He started to march out to meet the monster. Too many times he’d been forced to run, each time believing
he was free. The Gnaal kept coming. Each knew the only way to be free was for one of them to die.
Fennic watched in shock. Norgen was committing suicide to buy them time. Phaelor in hand, the youth
rushed off to stand with his friend. Delin pulled him back just in time.
“Wait! I’ve got a better idea,” he yelled.
The Gnaal’s heavy club missed Norgen’s head and smashed through a tree.
Delin took one his Goblin arrows and touched it to Phaelor’s glowing blade.
“What are you doing?” Fennic asked.
He still wasn’t sure. “Just watch.”
Norgen slashed and his axe bit deep into the Gnaal’s kneecap. They knew he couldn’t last long like this.
Norgen needed help. Fennic stared at the arrow as it started to glow. Hallis joined the fight then, moving
halfway down the slope and firing off the rest of his quiver. They were all dead if Delin’s idea didn’t
work. Delin aimed his arrow carefully and prayed to every god he knew. He didn’t want to die.
Then the Gnaal saw them. Saw the one thing it hated more than life itself. The sword! The golden light
was an insult to all Gren. It was an aberration to his master. The Gnaal remembered the pain it caused and
knew what to do. Roaring, it forgot its attackers and made for the two boys on the hill. The arrow flew
towards it.
Seconds slowed so that every action was deliberate and purposeful. Norgen hacked at the back of its leg.
Chunks of muscle and flesh flew away. Dark blood splashed around him and the Gnaal roared on. The
wielder had to die. Hallis slipped and fell in the ichors. Phaelor glowed bright enough to rival the sun.
And then the arrow struck. The enchanted missile struck the Gnaal in the eye with a fleshy smack and
plunged deep into its fever maddened mind. Golden light spread like a virus, seeping from every wound
and pore. The Gnaal tossed back its head and screamed before crashing to the ground. There it lay; Hallis
swore under his breath. The Gnaal lay unmoving, not breathing. Norgen stared wide eyed.
“You did it,” Fennic whispered in disbelief.
Delin would have smiled if his heart wasn’t in his throat threatening to explode. “We….we need to make
sure it’s dead.”
Trembling, they helped each other down to the corpse.
“Stay back,” Norgen warned.
He knew full well how the Gnaal liked to play dead. Too many friends died that way and he wasn’t
willing to let these two follow suit. Fennic stared into the monster’s lifeless eyes, expecting to learn the
true nature of horror. The feeling of dread was gone.
His thoughts were clear and concise again. The Gnaal was dead.
“It’s all right,” he reassured them.

Holding Phaelor high, Fennic plunged the blade down through the dark heart of the beast. A quiet hiss
escaped the body. Together they watched the body melt away, folding in itself until nothing but a putrid
scar remained on the ground. A small piece of evil had left the world.

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