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I started writing in

grade school, and after many years and multiple attempts, I finally
published my first book The United.

The United, The Realm of the Light Book 1
The warrior patiently waited as another female took some water, then a third. After a couple
more females started to drink, the warrior saw a male approach. With snakelike reflexes, the
warrior coiled his legs and aimed for his prey. The warrior noiselessly sprang at an elk, a female
this time. The warrior flew through the air, twisted his body, slit the throat of his prey, and landed
on the ground before the herd realized what had happened. At the sight of the human, the herd
turned and fled the clearing beside the spring.
The warrior immediately started to prepare his catch for transport. As he was thanking the
creature for giving her life so he could sustain the life of his family, a red light reflected on his
face. Upon finishing his prayer, the warrior walked toward the red light. He entered into a cavern
he never noticed before. There were shelves carved into the wall holding glass jars that reeked
of blood. Then he saw it.
On a shelf next to a boiling cauldron of an unknown substance, there lay a beautiful necklace
made of gold, with a blood-red stone medallion, much larger and more elegant than any gem
the warrior had ever seen.

 

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Brenn, a warrior returning home from battle, rests by a tempting magical
pool and meets a siren who changes his life forever.

Bound by a curse, he must find a way to save his pride.

He returns from a war far from his home to find that his village is
destroyed and his pride missing. With the help of his guardian
dragon, Ciara, he sets out to find his missing family and pride.

After Ciara saves Brenn’s life twice, he begins to realize that he is not
as invincible as he once thought. He must accept his limitations and
the help of his lifemate to keep him safe.

 

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The rescue of Brenn’s pride sets off an angry tirade from Cewrick that

results in curses that almost cripple the Crimson Realm and all of Ierilia.

With the help of Ciara, Brenn leads his crew through the bowels of the
planet and the forbidden forest to unlock the secret of defeating
Cewrick. But will his defeat end the reign of terror on their world?

When Erica is granted a commission in the king’s army and gifted a

magical sword for her bravery, she begins to look forward to a future
for both herself and her crew. But not everyone is happy with their

circumstances.

Erica joins Brenn’s team in the fight to save his planet from the angry
god, Zohmes, and she finds herself charmed by more than just the
planet. The sexy lion shifter, Laro, claims she is his lifemate,
setting her passions ablaze. Stung by the sharp tongues and
dissension of some of her crew, Erica pushes him away to focus on the
lives of her crew members.

Can Erica accept a future with Laro, or will she let hate and

betrayal decide her fate?

Betrayed by several members of her crew, Erica now finds herself in a race to

beat the clock. A rare poison injected into the king’s blood from
the blade of her sword, threatens his life.

Erica joins her lifemate, Laro, and the rest of the team, on a mission rife
with danger to search for the antidote to save the king. With an
angry god bent on destroying the royal line by any means possible,
the team doesn’t know who to trust or what Zohmes will do next.

Can Erica find a way to prove the innocence of her crewmembers

before the blade of judgement falls?

 

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Zohmes wants the throne. His abduction of Cylena ensures that
Biryn

cannot beget an heir. Imprisoning her in Yanata, the underground world
of

Ierilia and his to rule, he thinks he is one step further toward the throne
and
the surface.

Biryn must now face the biggest quest of his
life, to defend his throne and crown. He has to travel to Yanata to
rescue Cylena. With his team, his family, and the help of the god
Izarus, he descends to the heinous bowels of Ierilia.

Will they be able to save his future queen?

Can they defeat Zohmes once and for all and bind him forever

to Yanata?

 

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She loved designing the covers for this
series and thought it was a lot of fun
bringing the Crimson Realm to life both with words and visually with the covers.

Gabriella Bradley lives in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, amidst

rugged mountains. She more than often has a grizzly in her backyard
searching for food. Other critters that visit on a regular basis are
cougars, coyotes, squirrels, raccoons.

 

In Search of Pride Excerpt
Brenn swore under his breath. Everything had been as it should on his travels home after he’d left the Clyss.
No attacks, everything normal. Why the sudden interest in their realm? The Toubosians had sent several
ships, but only one craft had attacked the village and abducted all the occupants? During his travels, he’d
heard nothing, no rumors of alien attacks, of spaceship sightings. Would they really send several ships to
capture the people from one village? Had the ships returned to Toubos? He doubted it. He had a feeling the
ships were hiding somewhere in the far mountain range south of their village—planning another attack?
Were the Toubosians in league with Cewrick, the evil sorcerer who had placed the curse on all shifters? The
sorcerer’s castle stood on the highest peak in the center of the Sucronian Mountains, a forbidden mountain
range. No one dared to approach it. At the base of the mountains was the Verboten Forest. Its trees were said
to have been bespelled by Cewrick and would kill anything or anyone treading the ground below. Large black
dragons guarded the castle, along with urcals, giant birds with wingspans as wide as the road in his village.
They, too, were black. Their beaks were a bright orange, curved and very sharp, their claws so big they could
easily pick up several horses in one swoop, their talons an arm’s length long, and their eyes like glowing
embers.
They had all seen the dragons and the birds as they circled above the forbidden forest. Brenn’s father, Yartah,
the alpha of their pride, and some of the warriors, including Brenn, had ventured to the edge of the forest
when one of their young women had suddenly gone missing. When Huf, a young warrior, rode ahead into the
forest, one of the monstrous birds had plucked him and the horse from between the trees and disappeared
with them.
After that tragic event, Yartah had doubly enforced the rules. No one was allowed to venture near the forest.
Brenn didn’t think after what had happened that anyone would even dare, but one never knew what young
people would do. The youngsters thought themselves invincible. The only thing that seemed to scare them
was the curse—if they shifted, which usually surfaced during puberty, they could remain a lion forever and
lose all humanity.
He turned his attention back to Ivran. His friend was distraught, barely holding onto his human form, his lion
fighting to burst free.

 

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He will heal her heart.She will steal his.

French Privateer, Captain

Drago Gamponetti is
given one final mission from his employer, the king of France:
reclaim religious relics from a New Orleans cathedral and bring them
back. Trouble begins when he’s forced by a mysterious, veiled,
novitiate nun to swear on the Bible to protect the very items he was
instructed to steal.

Novitiate nun and healer,
Eva Trudeau has
secrets, and hides more than her face behind the veil. The convent
has been her safe haven since she crawled, beaten and bloody, to its
door nine years ago. When an old enemy re-surfaces and threatens to
drag her back into the dark underworld from where she’d escaped,
both she and her dark pirate captain stand to lose everything they’ve
fought so hard to protect…including each other.

~Award-
Winning Author~ Chloe Flowers writes historical women’s action andadventure romance novels about scoundrels, pirates, and spunky,
independent heroines. She likes to challenge her characters by
tossing them the middle of actual historical events, or with real
historical characters.

Chloe is a
member of the Romance Writers of America, Northeast Ohio Romance
Writers and The Beau Monde Romance Writers group, where she serves as
secretary. In 2011, she formed the Sunshine Critique Group so that
she and other aspiring authors could motivate and challenge each
other to become better writers. Six members have been published. She
has given workshops and presentations on creating a critique group,how to provide effective critiques, story structure, and
self-publishing lessons to writers groups, library patrons and
children. In 2014, she started her own small publishing company,
Flowers & Fullerton. Currently, she’s the publisher of record
for authors Sheridan Jeane, H.O. Knight as well as herself.

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He shifted. The angle of his head gave her a full view of both narrowed silver eyes. “Why are
you so eager to return?”
Before she could answer, the captain’s shoulders tensed and his attention whipped around to
focus to the right of the trail ahead. Broad leafy shadows crossed the moonlit path. Nothing
moved, no sounds.
No noises at all.
No beetles buzzing, no night creatures rustling in the underbrush, no chirping tree frogs. Her
lungs tightened. Jamaica wasn’t without its dangerous beasts, both human and animal.
“What is it?” she whispered, gripping the edge of the cart seat, staring wildly into the dense
flora.
“We’re being watched.” Easing a pistol from his belt with one hand, he pulled the reins with the
other. The mule’s ears twitched; he stopped abruptly, attention forward, listening. The captain
spoke in a low voice. “Easy.”
A lone figure stood on the trail a few yards ahead of them. “Why you be travelin’ dis time o’
night, Sistah Eva? You gots troubles?”
She slumped with relief. Miss Kalia. Next to her, the captain froze, his hands gripping the reins
as if they kept him from falling into a burning pit of lava.
“I’m taking a sick child to the caves.”
“Girl-child then. Who wit you?”
She swallowed. The premonition. “Capitaine Gamponetti.”
Kalia grinned then cackled a short laugh. “Ah, yes, yes. Last time him saw I, him come from da
red house. Long night wit da rum. Bad day next, eh Drago?”
The captain turned to granite beside her, likely embarrassed (as well he should be) that Miss
Kalia had seen him leaving a brothel. Eva chewed her lip. Maybe she misread the man. Allowed
desperation to dictate her impressions.
The old woman approached the wagon, swaying like seaweed with the tide, perhaps due to
aching joints, but on a night like this, it was bewitching and unnerving, like an addermesmerizing prey. The moonlight subdued her brightly patched skirt into shades of grayish-
reds, greens, blues, and yellows. Colorful feathers poked out in every direction from the silver

hair piled high on her head. A streak of white paint trailed from one ear, ran along her jawline,
across her chin, ending at her other ear like a gruesome grin. Eva fought the strong desire to
squirm closer to the pirate for protection. That would give her as much reassurance as jumping
from an alligator’s jaws to a lion’s mouth.
Kalia hummed as she peered over the side at Jacqueline. “T’ought so. Eva, see I in a vision just
now. Surrounded by thunder and frost, perched next to a jaguar black as night. Woke I wide up.”
Before she could respond, the woman scampered up into the wagon bed bringing with her a
strong tang of wood smoke.
Julian didn’t take his eyes from her but still leaned away as she bent over his sister. She placed
her palm against the girl’s cheek, her brown hand contrasting sharply with the pale skin, even
though it was still flushed with fever. She tilted Jacqueline’s head back, pressed her chin down
to open her mouth. Sniffed her breath.
Unsure what to say or do, Eva dragged her gaze from the old woman to the captain. How long
had those two known each other? His storm gray eyes followed the crone’s every move.
Miss Kalia hopped down and slipped to Eva’s side. The old woman grasped her hand and
pressed a cluster of herbs against her clammy palm. “Her need dis. It make best tea for dee girl.
Him,” she nodded toward Captain Gamponetti and lowered her voice until it was barely there.
“Him must to drink dis.” She caught her gaze and held it, as she slid a small flask under the
herbs. “Den dat what you want by him, you get.”
Eva shoved them into her bag, afraid to refuse them, and unsure of what else to do or say.
The old Jamaican woman stepped back from the wagon and lifted both hands in farewell. Or
some sort of blessing?
Maybe a curse?
A white witch. A “good” witch, if there was such a thing. Sister Beatrice would say there was not.
But Eva had seen too many things to denounce anything outright. There was no telling what
spell Kalia incanted or bestowed upon them. The pirate slapped the reins and clucked the mule
forward, none too soon.

As they passed, Kalia spoke again, but this time to him, her voice both smoky and chiseled,
eyes black and white. “Change in de wind, Drago. Time come near for you to make a choice.
Choose wrong way and die. Before de tree flowers bloom, you betray an ally and aide a foe…
break a vow. Light beckons you, but de dark always a seductress.” Her wild stare locked with
Eva’s. “Which voice will him follow? Him heart or him head?”
Tension radiated from the captain in waves of heat. Kalia had managed to slither past his,
steely, rugged aura to poke the tiniest gap between courage and unease. The muscles in his
jaw tightened, but he did not look at the old woman as they passed.
“I…I don’t know how to answer her question.” Eva looked over her shoulder, but the witch had
disappeared. An awkward silence followed. The jungle remained paralyzed for several minutes.
He could have taken Jacqueline to Kalia, but he didn’t. Most island people would have sought
the Obeah healer first. She peered at him again, understanding now why he hadn’t. A rigidity
thrummed through his broad shoulders; he had a flare in his nostrils, a fierce glint in his eyes.
Then it hit her; she terrified him. Her curiosity flared. “Have you been acquainted with her long?”
The captain released a long breath. “Everyone knows Kalia. And Kalia knows everyone.” A wry
smile seeped up to his eyes. The edges crinkled and a dimple settled in his cheek, giving him a
roguish, but more pleasing look. Much like an unapologetic child holding a stolen cake. “In truth,
I found there’s no way to avoid her even when it’s your intense desire.”
She learned much the same. A strange sense of balance lodged between them. Kalia unnerved
him as much as he unnerved her. The vulnerability the old woman raked out of him made him
less threatening. “The people here have great respect for Miss Kalia. It would be foolish to
dismiss her or her methods. To do so would also betray the islander’s trust.”
The captain slapped the reins again and muttered, “Kalia’s black medicine attracts too much
attention, especially from the white man. They do not understand it. White men fear what they
don’t understand.”
“It’s not black medicine.” She corrected him. “Obeah is a very ancient healing practice.” Trying
to ignore the twinge of foreboding they sent through her chest, she shifted the tea and the tonic
to the bottom of her sack.
“Call it what you will, the white settlers and plantation owners fear it,” he rumbled.
How should she approach the last premonition? He had to be familiar with the old woman’s
visions if indeed he knew who she was. How would he react? Surprise? Disbelief? She plunged
ahead anyway.
“Miss Kalia stopped me at the market two days ago and told me a man would come to the
abbey with a sick girl-child,” she blurted it out before she could stop herself. He would think her
a ninny. Talking about an old woman’s premonitions as if they were gospel, which they were
not.
Yet, a flicker of surprise shot across the captain’s face. “She did?”
So he was familiar with Kalia’s visions. “Yes, and here you are.”
“Indeed.” His brows dropped in thought, or perhaps concern.
She couldn’t, wouldn’t confide what Miss Kalia had said next. That was something she dared
not repeat.
“Him not what him seem to be,” the old woman had whispered. “But den, so not are you.”

 

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Sweet Desire, Wicked Fate is the first book in a YA romance, fantasy,
thriller trilogy that is filled with danger, humor, and the
intoxicating passion of first love.

All sixteen-year-old Jaden Lisette wants to do is spend time with the

sweet and sexy Briz Nolan. But falling in love may not be their
fate. When a new, deadlier species of creatures is set loose, Jaden
and Briz’s
chance of survival quickly becomes as murky as the bayou water
surrounding them. As Jaden battles her new living nightmares, an old
adversary returns, intent on revenge. This time, every last ounce of
her strength and courage may not be enough to save the ones she
loves…or herself.

Imagine Jade Gone is the second book in the YA romance thriller series
Sweet
Desire, Wicked Fate. If you like original fantasy creatures, dark
suspense, and simmering chemistry, then you’ll love Wray Ardan’s
captivating tale.

 

Beginning of Ch 1
Family. Until now Jaden had done her best to hold onto the comforting idea that family
meant something. That you supported one another and cared about each other.
“Get over it, Jaden. Stop acting all broken-hearted.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Jaden glanced at her sister. Ava was punching
buttons on the car radio with one hand and steering with the other. Music blasted as they
swerved off the pavement skirting a section of the bayou onto a dirt road. Jaden watched
it stretching in front of them like an open wound, slicing through the remains of a sugar
cane field and ending at Guyon Manor, the old plantation house they’d inherited.
Tears welled in her eyes. She knew she cried too easily. She’d never seen Ava cry.
Ever.
Jaden considered Ava’s words. “Broken-hearted.” Her sister was seventeen but still
clueless. What Jaden felt was not a broken heart. It was the broken bond between
siblings. But then, how could a sisterly bond be broken when it had never even existed?
Ava started in on her again. “Don’t be all pissed off at Briz. No guy’s ever going to be
interested in you,” she smirked. “You’re a joke. An immature goodie good. Or is it all an
act?”
Jaden knew that Ava wielded sexuality like a sword. It was her weapon of choice to
successfully maneuver through life, to gain power over men and the rest of the world.
Why would today be any different?
“Oh yeah,” Jaden replied, “I’m really just like you, an evil back-stabbing baboon-
faced princess!”
Baboon-faced princess; Jaden hadn’t called her sister that in years. She was fifteen.
Couldn’t she have come up with something better? Anyway, it set Ava off.
“Get out of the car!” Ava’s hollering drowned out the screeching brakes.
“No way,” Jaden snapped, but she didn’t shout. She knew she’d already sent her sister
into Ava mode.
“Don’t say no to me.” Ava punched Jaden’s arm.
“Is that what you said to Briz before you had sex with him?”
“He wanted it. He was practically begging me.” She shoved Jaden toward the door.
“Now get out!
“Stop it!” Jaden looked at the approaching storm clouds, then glared at Ava. “I’m not
walking anywhere.”
“Get out now! I don’t want to see your ugly face anymore.” She gave Jaden another
shove. “Why don’t you make us all happy and disappear? Or better yet, drop dead!”
Jaden climbed out of the car to escape her sister’s malice. She slammed the door and
jumped back as Ava sped off, tires throwing bits of dirt at her—tiny stones stinging of
hurt and rejection. Drawing her hands over her face, Jaden wiped away the summer heat
along with her tears and searched her mind for reasons why Ava hated her so much. She
answered her own question.
I was born.

 

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Nobody expects to stare death in the face only to find out your entire life
is a lie. Rescued by Salco, marketing executive Becky finds herself
in an unknown magical world filled with happy people that try to
forget their land is on the brink of destruction.

Becky will soon learn that her arrival is no accident. If learning that she
is Thya, the heir of the enchanting land isn’t enough, she’s then
told that an Oracle prophesied that she will save the gentle Tsinians
from slavery and domination by Darthorn, the Warlord of Senx.

It is at a festival where she is introduced to the Tsinian council and
her kinsmen, that she learns the whole truth. The council are so
certain that a union between Darthorn’s son, Kovon and Thya will
create peace between the two lands. However, Darthorn has plans for
Tsinia as does Kovon for Thya and neither are good.

Although her future has been planned and if she is to save Tsinia she
must
marry Kovon, Thya gives her heart to another. A love that is
forbidden and dangerous.

Illusional Reality is a story about hope, courage, love and sacrifice.

 

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Karina Kantas is the author of the popular MC thriller series, OUTLAW and

the loved romantic fantasy, Illusional Reality

She also writes short stories and when her imagination is working
overtime, she writes thought-provoking dark flash fiction.

There are many layers to Karina’s writing style and voice, as you will see
in her flash fiction collection, Heads & Tales and in UNDRESSED
she opens up more to her fans, giving them another glimpse into her
warped mind.

When Karina isn’t busy working on her next bestseller, she’s designing
teasers, book trailers, recording audio or videoing small readings
and then working on Twitter and FB posts. She’s also the host of a
popular radio show, Author Assist on the Artist First Radio Network.

Karina writes in the genres of fantasy, MC romance, Young Adult. sci-fi,
horror, thrillers and comedy.

Her inspirations are the author S.E.Hinton and the rock band,
Iron Maiden.

“Wow, that was amazing. I have never seen anything like it. You really do get caught up in it, do you
not?”
Omad and Alkazar laughed.
Siren left to speak to a friend, and soon Omad made his excuses to leave. “If you will absolve my
departure, my lady, I speculate that my fellow Tsinians desire to converse.”
Thya watched as Omad walked over to a group of Tsinians that were similar in dress. They patted him
on his back as if in congratulations.
She turned her attention back to Alkazar. She smiled at him and their eyes locked, until Alkazar broke
away.
“Who do you surmise will be victorious?” he asked.
“I am sure the silver knights will win. They seem to be the stronger of the two. You are more familiar
with the game, who do you think will win my favour?”
Alkazar laughed. “Nay, my lady. I disagree with your outcome. The team coloured red will triumph,
for they are swifter.”
“Oh, I agree. The red dragons have more speed. Call it woman’s intuition, if you will, only I am
certain the silver knights will win.”
Alkazar threw back his head and laughed. “You possess strange expressions, Thya. Although if we
ruled our land on intuition, as you name it, we would have lost our land to Darthorn long ago.”
Alkazar regretted his words as soon as they left his lips, although Thya seemed unaffected by his
comment.
“So, a bet then?” she cried. “What will you give me if my team wins?”
“You retain the whole of Tsinia at your feet. What could I possess that you would claim as your
reward?”
Thya didn’t reply.
Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice. “More to the point, my lady, what could you offer me?” His
eyes bored into her soul. “Alas, regretfully, I will decline.”
“Why so?” Thya asked.His eyes shone as did his smile. “I do not gamble for I am fearful of the amount I could lose.”
He smiled again, only his eyes saddened and his grin faded. “Pardon, my lady. Unfortunately, I am
requested elsewhere. I hope you enjoy the remainder of the tournament. I look forward to concluding our
conversation.” He bowed, and then left.
To Thya’s annoyance, Siren met him. She took his arm and guided him to the other side of the arena, but
not before glancing over her shoulder and giving Thya a look of triumph. Thya turned away, when what
she should have done was smile and wave back. Why give Siren the satisfaction of knowing how
uncomfortable she was at seeing

 

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