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However,
when a young girl who tries to befriend her is abducted
by a serial killer,
Mina feels responsible. She refused to wait with the girl for her
mother to pick her up. And she shrugged off the youngster’s
fears.

CRUELTY’S
DAUGHTER is the fifth novel by best-selling Australian author, Anna
Willett. She writes in the thriller genre, with a touch of horror.
Her books explore how women react to difficult situations. The books
are full of tension, physical and psychological, and they are
difficult to put down.

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Lizette
awakens to a nightmare, for her daughter has been stolen during the
night. When she goes to the Baron to petition aid, she learns thatsimilar incidents are occurring across the duchy. Her daughter was
just the beginning. Baron Einos of Fent is left with no choice but to
summon the war priests.

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Christian
W. Freed was born in Buffalo, N.Y. more years ago than he would like
to remember. After spending more than 20 years in the active duty US
Army he has turned his talents to writing. Since retiring, he has
gone on to publish 17 military fantasy and science fiction novels, aswell as his memoirs from his time in Iraq and Afghanistan. His first
published book (Hammers in the Wind) has been the #1 free book on
Kindle 4 times and he holds a fancy certificate from the L Ron
Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.

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.

Baron Einos awoke to unfamiliar sensations. Cold, almost unbearable, filled his
bedchambers. Winter was a memory and spring well underway. This southern duchy was well
south of the northern ice flows and far enough east of the Barbacus River to avoid the heavy
winds. A thick blanket and small fire in the hearth were more than sufficient for keeping Einos
warm throughout the shortening nights.
The Baron wiped the crud from the corners of his eyes, yawned, and sat up. His bearskin
blanket fell away, exposing his naked chest. Young for one of the ruling class, Einos was broadacross the shoulders and slabbed with muscle. His sand colored hair draped across his shoulders.
Bright green eyes scanned the chamber.
His wife, still sleeping, shifted beside him and exhaled deeply. Einos resisted the urge to
rouse her, at least until he was satisfied nothing was amiss. Not finding anything of concern in
the immediate area, he slipped from the bed and donned a thick robe that fell to the floor. The
fire had gone out, leaving the chamber in darkness. Frowning, Einos reached for the short sword
he kept beside the bed. Fent was a relatively peaceful duchy, but one does not rise to power
without creating enemies capable of extreme violence.
He took a step, then a strange noise froze him in midstride. Einos gripped his sword
tighter. “Who goes?”
The sound of sobbing returned. Einos frowned, certain he’d heard a child. There were
numerous children in the keep, though none his own. Aneth, his wife of nearly a decade, was
heavy with child and due by the end of spring. He suspected the draft coming through the cracks
in the walls provided the strange sounds, but one could never be too cautious.
Einos fumbled for a match and lit the candle nearest his bed. Soft light turned his
bedchamber into a shadowed realm. Einos remained still, listening against the dark. His efforts
were rewarded by uncontrollable sobbing coming from the far corner. Sword in one hand, candle
the other, the Baron of Fent took a step closer to the sound.
His exposed toes kicked the chamber pot, spilling old piss over his foot. Einos snarled a
curse and kept going as the sobbing intensified. A wall of light crept across the stone floor until
it reached the huddled figure of a young child. Einos cocked his head as he tried to get a clear
view of the face. Knees drawn with arms wrapped around them, the child, a girl by the length of
her hair, had her face buried.
“Child, why are you here? Who let you in?” he asked, his normally rough voice softened
so as not to frighten her further.
The sobbing increased as the girl lowered a fist and began pounding on the floor.
Einos, concerned, set the candle on the nearest table and crouched. “There is no need for
that. You are safe here. Tell me your name, child.”
Curls fell over her shoulders as the young girl lifted her head and turned to face him.
Einos tripped and fell backwards as he gazed upon what remained of her face. Both eyes were
gone. Dried blood streaked down her cheeks.
She reached a hand for him and cried, “Why did I have to die?”
The girl screamed. The candle flickered, then went out, leaving the lord of Fent alone in
the darkness. Einos scrambled back and managed to light the candle after several tries. When he
cast the light into the corner, he found only stone. The girl, if she had ever been, was gone.

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The
Massacre is supposed to bring peace to Eriana Kwai. Every year, the
island sends its warriors to battle these hostile sea demons. Every
year, the warriors fail to return. Desperate for survival, the island
must decide on a new strategy. Now, the fate of Eriana Kwai lies inthe hands of twenty battle-trained girls and their resistance to a
mermaid’s allure.

Eighteen-year-old
Meela has already lost her brother to the Massacre, and she has lived
with a secret that’s haunted her since childhood. For any hope of
survival, she must overcome the demons of her past and become a
ruthless mermaid killer.

For
the first time, Eriana Kwai’s Massacre warriors are female, and Meela
must fight for her people’s freedom on the Pacific Ocean’s deadliest
battleground.

From
award-winning author Tiana Warner comes the sequel to Ice Massacre,
the #1 Amazon Kindle Best Seller.

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Meela
has just returned from the Massacre—the annual attempt to wipe out
the mermaids threatening her people’s survival. After forming an
unlikely connection with Lysi, a mermaid she was trained to kill,
Meela is determined to stop the war between humans and merpeople for
good. She knows of a legendary weapon that could bring peace if she
uses it against King Adaro, ruler of the Pacific Ocean. But her
people have plans for future Massacres and refuse to help her uncover
it.

While
Meela works in secret to unearth the Host of Eriana, Lysi is held
captive under Adaro’s tyranny. Sent to the battlefront, Lysi joins
forces with a band of rebels that could either bring her freedom—or
have her executed for treason.

Separated
by the vast Pacific Ocean, Meela and Lysi must find a way to defeat
King Adaro and end the war that has been keeping them apart.

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Somewhere on the Pacific Ocean

The young man aimed his crossbow at the water, ready to fire a bolt of solid iron at the
first glimpse of flesh beneath the surface.
“Sir,” he said, “shouldn’t we have seen one by now?”
The captain turned his back to the salty wind, jaw tight. “They know we’re here.”
“So what are they doing?”
He followed the captain’s gaze. Blackness merged with the empty grey horizon in
every direction. A long silence passed, filled only by gentle swells lapping against the
ship.
The captain drew his own crossbow.
“Forming a plan.”
All twenty men aboard the ship readied their weapons, reacting in a chain until the
last man at the stern took steady aim at the waves.
“Make ready your iron, men,” shouted the captain. “We have ripples approaching
off the port side.”
A handful of places in the water puckered, as if something lingered just below the
surface. The sea was too black to tell.
Then it happened. Fifty, maybe sixty sea demons burst from the water and
slammed against the ship. The men wasted no time. They reacted with trained speed
and agility as the demons thrust stones and jagged shells into the wood, both to break
holes in the ship and to scale the sides. The men picked them off with bolts of iron and
watched them fall one by one back into the sea.
But they were outnumbered. Soon the demons were upon the ship, pulling
themselves across the deck with bony arms.
The young man had already shot a dozen and the water reddened with each
passing second.
Slow scraping sounds threatened him from behind. He whirled around, crossbow
ready. Burning eyes met his, and sharp teeth, bared to rip into his flesh. He gripped the
trigger, felt the bow tighten—
And the demon was gone. The young man stared into the wide gaze of a girl his
own age. With a startled cry, he jerked his aim so the bolt barely missed her.
She held a black shell in her hand, sharp at the edges and ready to use as a club.
But she didn’t raise it. She just looked at him.

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He lowered his crossbow.
Her blonde hair fell heavily over her shoulders, dripping beads of water down her
naked chest and stomach, pooling where her torso joined her tail.
He blinked, but made no other motion—where her torso joined her tail. Scales faded
into flesh like some sort of beautiful, green and tan sunset.
She pulled herself closer.
“Stay back,” said the young man, unsure what prompted him to hesitate.
He looked into her eyes—emeralds surrounded by pearl white—where moments
ago they had burned red. Her sharp teeth had retracted behind rosy lips. The seaweed-
coloured flesh of her upper body was now olive and raised with goose bumps from the
icy wind.
“Hanu aii,” she whispered.Do not fear. She spoke his language.
He loosened his grip on the crossbow, studying her. She lifted a frail arm and
pushed the hair from her eyes, then motioned him forwards.
His pulse quickened as he stared at the beautiful girl.
“Hanu aii,” she said again, her voice resonating sweetly, as if she sang without
singing.
Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of her, level with her luminous eyes. The
sounds around him faded but for the soft purr in the base of her throat.
She reached up and held an icy hand to his cheek, not for a moment breaking eye
contact. The hand slid behind his head and pulled his face towards hers, slowly but
firmly. He inhaled her sweet breath.
“No!”
He flinched. He turned to see the captain racing towards them, aiming his
crossbow at the maiden.
The young man grasped the scene around him. The ship was empty. A few stray
weapons and barrels bobbed serenely in the water. Blood soaked the deck in places,
and even the main mast had a splatter across the bottom.
The captain fired wide. Before he could reload and aim again, the sea demon put a
hand on the young man’s chin and pulled his gaze back to hers.
Her eyes blazed red. Her skin rippled into the rotten colour of seaweed. Her ears
grew pointed and long like sprouting coral. She opened her mouth to reveal a row of
deadly teeth.
The young man screamed.
The demon pulled him against her with more strength than three men combined,
and they dove headfirst off the side of the ship.
They disappeared into the blood-red water.

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Now
They’re in our skies, on our streets, always watching, forever
waiting.

At
seventeen, I’m just about to graduate from the Juvenile Education
System and declare my career of choice. The Midnight Guard—who
protect our community from the vicious things that lie outside ourwalls—calls to me.

It’s
hard, dangerous work, with grueling hours that offer little sleep,
but it’s the one thing I know will help make a difference in our
ever-changing world.

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It happened slowly, with the sun gradually setting, the light dimming, the darkness
encroaching upon the world like a creeping monster making its way from the most treacherous
depths. When it finally descended upon us, I pulled in a breath—realizing it was the first time I
had been outside after dark in years.
It wasn’t long before I began to see Them—appearing on the horizon like fireflies. Winking
into existence from seemingly nowhere, Their countenances were almost hidden but for Theirsilhouettes made visible by the moon. They walked limp-wristed, Their sickly claws poised like
knives and Their gazes set on the people They couldn’t see.
They knew we were there. That much I was sure of. But what They were waiting for I
couldn’t be sure.
I wanted desperately to ask Xio if she knew—for a moment of clarity to be shone upon an
utmost spell of darkness—but knew I couldn’t.
Instead, I watched.
And stared.
And waited.
Minutes passed by slowly, the first hour like a ticking bomb waiting to go off at any moment.
I heard an owl cry out in the distance and watched as the Coyotes tilted Their heads
simultaneously to acknowledge the sound, then did the same to return Their focus to the walled
apartment complex.
I didn’t know much about Them, why They did what They did or what Their true purpose was
beyond scouting the world for potential Harvests. Rarely had They engaged with humanity, and
so far as I knew, They’d never hurt anyone. But just because They hadn’t didn’t mean They
couldn’t. And judging by the size of Their claws, They could do much more than just hurt.
I reached forward and pressed a hand to Xio’s shoulder as I caught sight of one of the
creatures making its way toward the walls, unsure what to do or how to respond beyond warning
her with a simple touch. She nodded and lifted a finger to her lips, raising a hand to sign toward
one of our companions down the line.
A gun was raised.
A bullet was fired.
The creature fell a moment later.
The others—standing sentinel in the darkness—careened Their heads to face the source of the
gunshot, but did not move. Rather, They stared with unwavering eyes, as if daring the rest of the
Guard to open fire.

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Aria loses
her humanity after being saved by a monster she believed only to
exist in horror stories. But everything isn’t what it seems when
her savior becomes a handsome angel prince who awakened her ancient
and deadly powers. Powers that can destroy the world, or saveit.

Only
true love can break the prince’s curse and stop him from turning
into stone for all eternity. Despite the overwhelming chemistry
between Aria and the prince, they only have thirty days to fall in
love before their bond is put to the test.

Peril
strikes in the form of an addictive drug that can kill vampires and
angels are to blame. Conflict is blooming and the peace treaty
between the Angel Prince and the Vampire King is threatened.

Aria
is caught in a love triangle when the Vampire King discovers that the
girl he had refused to take as his is now the prince’s new mate.
Tormented by the rash decision that almost killed her, the king now
believes that he’s saving Aria from the clutches of the
manipulative prince.

Finding
out that supernatural creatures exist becomes less terrifying for
Aria than discovering what she’s destined to become if she lets her
Archangel’s abilities take over and change her.

Aria
is much more than the average, eighteen-year-old girl who wanted to
find the cure for cancer. She’s now a deadly Archangel warrior and
the future queen of the angels and gargoyles if only she can manage
to break her lover’s curse and keep the Vampire King at bay.

“The character building is
incredible- I feel I’ve known these characters forever & I
couldn’t have asked for a better storyline/plot!” ★★★★★
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The Cursed Angels Series is a Young Adult
Paranormal Angel and Vampire Romance. It’s a coming of age novel
intended for younger audiences. If you loved the Iron Fey and the
Twilight Saga, you’ll love this story and fall in love with the
characters.

This book is for anyone who loves:

*Angels
& Vampires

*Shifter Romance (Werewolves)

*Teen and Young
Adult Paranormal Romance

*New Adult Paranormal Romance

*Magical
Powers and Supernatural Creatures

*Alternative Reality and
Alternative History

*Tales of forbidden love

*Fiction involving
princesses, charming princes, dark kings, and fated mates.

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Tensions
rise between vampires and angels. Philippe and Cedric need to put
their differences aside if they want to stop a dangerous drug,
Clarity. The trouble doesn’t stop there as vicious creatures will
do anything to start a war in the supernatural community and prevent
Cedric from surviving the trial.

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Aria
fights her angel while Cedric declares war to the ones who have
kidnapped his mate.

In
the middle of all this, Philippe fears for the life of the woman he
loves and does everything to convince the Prince of the Angels that
they need to join forces to survive.

As
the real enemy shows itself and threatens to destroy everything that
the angels sacredly protect, Aria needs to find out more about the
origin of her power and decide who her heart truly belongs to.

 

Find
out in Archangel’s Awakening, the last installment of Aria, Cedric,
and Philippe’s story.

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Young
Camille’s dreams are shattered when she’s rejected by the
ruthless and abusive Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Her only chance atsurvival is to arrive in Paris and pray that what her brother told
her about the angels is true.

Chased
and almost killed upon her arrival, she’s saved by the mythical
creatures who protect the city. Plus, Fate gives her a new mate—the
one she always dreamed about. But with a price.

Jacob
had been waiting a long time to be matched with a rejected soul so he
could break his curse and become a full angel. Camille is everything
he’d been looking for in a mate—she has a good heart and she’s
extremely brave. Running against time, they have thirty days to fall
in love or he will turn into stone, forever.

Peril
strikes when Alpha Simon wants to reclaim Camille. In a mad quest for
power, he wages war on the other packs. Now more than being saved,
Camille needs to be the savior and stop the cruel Alpha from hurting
the people she loves.

When she isn’t writing, Anna is considering plot twists
for her next novel or delving into the world of her favorite authors.
She loves superheroes, and she’s a geek at heart. She grew up
watching Star Wars and plotting a way to become a Ninja. She has a
fascination for Chinese Kung Fu movies, and cherry blossom
flowers.

She also enjoys writing poetry, watching a good movie,
and spending time with her husband and family.

Chapter ONE
THE PRINCE OF ANGELS
The alarm sounded loud and clear, warning everybody in the palace. I hoped that this was the night. I had
been visualizing it for a long time. Two years, to be more precise. It had been that long since it last rang.
For a moment, I thought that I was hearing things. Yet, the alarm kept ringing, warning about the
existence of a rejected soul wandering the streets of Paris. My heart raced in my chest as I balled my
hands in expectation. Maybe today was my lucky day.
I jogged from my library to the nearest balcony where I had a better view of the other side of the veil. Our
dimension had a magical portal over Paris. My gargoyle’s sharp senses enabled me to see further.
Sometimes, it was challenging to distinguish anything as the city had too many lights.
Focusing my sight, I found it—the amazing and shining sparkle of a rejected soul. It gleamed intensely,
and it was breathtaking. I couldn’t recall ever thinking that a soul looked that enchanting before. It had a
mixture of bright and serene colors, and it was captivating. Whoever that soul belonged to, that person
had to be pure and good at heart.
My warriors had already transformed into gargoyles and were flying around the palace’s towers. I heard
pounding footsteps heading my way. They were waiting for me to give the order for them to go and get
the soul. Still, I had no intention of letting them depart without me.
My breathing stopped, when the bright soul, which had been quiet and motionless in one place, suddenly
began to move quickly as if something was dragging it away. I noticed as it began fading and flickering.
Preoccupied, I jumped in the air, morphing into my gargoyle form in the process. I didn’t wait for anyone
else as I flew to the rescue.
I don’t think I have ever flown that fast in my life. I sped up more when I understood what was going on
—a girl was fighting against the currents in the Seine. The bastard who had rejected her had probably
tried to kill her or she had jumped. It wouldn’t be a first. Rejected souls tend to be suicidal. Yet, she was
fighting to survive. I could hear her voice, begging for help. I could see her arms struggling, trying to
keep her head above the surface as her mouth sucked in the air. As I pushed my wings to go faster, I was
utterly spellbound by the celestial light that surrounded her.
Arriving at her location, I flew lower. Stretching my arms out, I grabbed her by her arms and made the
effort to move up quickly, so I wouldn’t drop her. Then I pulled her into my arms and secured her against
my chest. She coughed against my shoulder. She had her eyes closed, unaware that she was safe because
she kept praying and crying as she clutched my neck.
Thankfully, I had arrived before she drowned.
Moments later, I landed in a dim part of the city near a park. I needed her to calm down, so she could look
into my eyes, but she didn’t want to be apart from my embrace. She was shivering and rambling on in her
native tongue. She was not French. This wasn’t a problem as angels and gargoyles understood all
languages across the world.
When her arms released my neck, and her feet touched the ground, I was able to see her tangled dark hair
in front of her face and the soaked clothes glued to her fragile body. I brushed the tousled hair away from
her pretty face while noticing her silky white skin, her doll face, and her pale, plump lips.
It had never occurred to me that I could crave so intensely to bond with a soul, even before looking into
the girl’s eyes and knowing if we were a match or not. But everything about her made me desire her.,
especially the bright and fantastic light surrounding her. She had the most beautiful soul I had ever seen.
She would make a perfect queen. If only I could choose, I would want her. But I couldn’t.

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