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Maryellen was born into a life, if given the chance, she would gladly give
away. Though she is probably one of the wealthiest people in the
country, Maryellen has never wanted her wealth. Nor her family who is
constantly trying to find ways to steal her wealth from her. After
being the sole heir to her grandfather’s fortune, everyone has been
out to get her ever since. After countless kidnapping attempts and
always being afraid to fall asleep, El is finally taking the step to
date someone and perhaps find true love.

But when she meets Ryan on a blind date, her world changes forever. She
is plunged into the world of the paranormal as Ryan reveals his true
identity; that he is the leader of the local Pride of Lions. And more
than that is the fact that Ryan knows El is her mate. And to make
matters more complicated, Ryan is part of a Triad of brothers.
Meaning, El has three mates. As El tries to comprehend this crazy new
life she is a part of, she can’t deny how right this all feels. She
now has the protection of shifters and three men who will love her
and keep her safe.

But, even after accepting her new life, she can’t let go of the past.
She will have to find the truth behind why she is always targeted and
come to understand that it’s not just for her money. She will have
to make tough decisions, but at least now she knows she will never be
alone again.

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Most people hate first dates.
The truth was, Maryellen Forsythe-Drew, or El to her friends, hated them too. But on this
particular occasion, she had a gut feeling.
And that gut feeling was telling her that this date was going to be epic.
Sure, it wasn’t the first time the gut feeling had made an appearance, and had, ultimately, let her
down. Like the time she’d been certain she’d be allowed more leeway with her campaigns on
one of her charities when instead the head of project development had come on to her.
Filing for sexual harassment, and inadvertently getting the flexibility she’d wanted as a result,
wasn’t how she figured gut feelings should work, but…
“Wow, way to blow your good mood, El,” she grumbled under her breath as she took a seat at
the swanky restaurant where she’d arranged to meet with her blind date.
He wasn’t late. El was just insanely early. The need to get here, to get the ball rolling as it were,
had been driving her since they’d made the damn arrangements on Thursday.
The anticipation of waiting for Saturday had practically killed her. But she’d already had
arrangements with her parents on Friday night, and though she’d have loved to have skipped
that particular session in torture, the misery from breaking that date wasn’t worth it.
Even for a date that had more potential than any other she’d had this year.
She blew out a breath as the server appeared. It was a woman, and praying for female solidarity
instead of sisterly bitchiness, she asked, “Do I look flustered?”
The woman, a young blonde barely out of high school, blinked at her. “Ma’am?”
“I’m about to have a first date,” El explained, her stomach rumbling with more nerves. “I was just
hoping I don’t look as bright pink as I feel.”
The server, Diana from her badge, smiled at her. “No, you don’t look pink. You look quite cute.”
El blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Diana grinned. “I bat for your team, so you can trust me when I say that.”
El’s mouth dropped open. Feeling more flustered now, her hands rose and fell several times on
her lap before they settled on digging into her upper thighs. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t
mean to impose.”
Could she have messed that up more royally?
Diana snorted. “Don’t be silly. I only mentioned it so you’d know when I say cute, I mean it. I can
tell, you’re very nervous though.”
“I am,” El confessed, and it felt weird to have a confessor who was at least ten years younger
than her, but damn, she’d take anything she could get. “I met him on that new dating site, Pride
in Love. My friends dared me to go on it and I thought it was just stupid, but then I met Ryan,
and…” She blew out a long breath.
“He’s like the whole package, you know?”
Diana’s smile was warm. “I’m glad. So why if he’s the ‘whole package’ are you nervous? You
should be excited!”
“Because I’m a dork, and I don’t want to screw things up,” El admitted. “I’m already here forty
minutes early…”
Diana blinked in surprise. “Wow! That’s definitely early. Can I get you something to drink or eat
to settle your nerves?”
“I don’t normally drink,” El confessed again. “But on this occasion, I’ll have a white wine spritzer.
Maybe that will calm me down. I really don’t want to mess this up.”
“Well, you look beautiful, and you’re nice and friendly, El. I don’t see why you should be any
different when Ryan comes by.”
Something about Diana’s words before she bustled off had El sitting up straighter. The server
was right.
She was a nice woman. Easy to talk to, friendly and caring. On the outside, she wasn’t bad to
look at. Her friends said she was beautiful but El knew they were just being kind—if she
dropped thirty pounds, she’d be beautiful.
As El’s mom often said, “You have such a pretty face, darling.” That wonderful compliment often
came when El arrived at the family home, dressed formally as her mother required, and always
feeling wanting in comparison to her stick thin sisters-in-law—a feeling her mother encouraged.
El shrugged off the thought because if she had her parents on her mind she’d never charm
Ryan.Even thinking about her family was enough to subdue her, and El knew that wasn’t the woman
Ryan had come to know.
Within the anonymity of the dating site, she’d allowed her natural vivacity to flow free when
they’d chatted, and she wanted Ryan to meet that side of her. The uninhibited woman who
could and would appear when she wasn’t being cowed by her mommy and daddy.
Irritation flared, and she embraced it. Embraced the heat because it burned that inner core of
cold that she’d created over the years as a defense mechanism.
Spying Diana coming with her drink, El took a look around the restaurant and smiled. It was a
fancy place, that was for sure.
Bright white, it should have been cold, but huge golden orbs were suspended from the ceiling in
different heights, creating a wave of sorts. The orbs were like miniature moons. All of them in
assorted sizes.
They swirled about the room, even appearing on the floor; in corners or over on the dancefloor
in the center of the restaurant, which was bordered by the bright orbs.
Tables were sectioned off for privacy with low frosted glass partitions, but the bright cerulean
blue tablecloths were a spark of color in the otherwise white restaurant. Even the waitstaff wore
all white.
She looked at the doorway where the maître d’ stood. The woman was tall, close to six feet, and
she was the only staff member that El could see who wore color—the same bright blue as the
tablecloths. Her white starched blouse was tucked into high waist trousers, and the result was a
tailored dream.
El wished like hell she had the figure to pull off something so simple, but she was way too round
for that.
A pear when she needed to be a ruler.
Feeling Diana’s approach, she was about to turn when she saw Ryan—immediately recognizing
him from his pictures online. He didn’t come from the front door, but from a back room behind
the maître d’. He stopped to talk to the woman, smiled at her as he bent over the stand, and
studied the plans
she kept on there.
Just as El was wondering whether Ryan managed the restaurant or something, he kissed the
maître d’s cheek.
Bile tried and failed to gurgle around her insides, but jealousy did. It hadn’t been a sexual kiss,
El tried to reason with herself.
Still, seeing it hurt.
The thought had her stiffening in her seat because she didn’t own the damn man.
It had been a kiss on the cheek, not an all-out make out session in the doorway. Friends kissed
friends, right? It could be perfectly natural. Innocent, she thought frantically.
Before the tension from her date kissing another woman could flood her, Diana appeared and
popped her drink down in front of her. The server must have seen where she was looking
because she half-turned and saw Ryan.
El frowned at Diana’s reaction—the other woman dropped her tray to her side and declared,
“You’re the Ryan?”
El flushed. “Excuse me?” Mortification succeeded in turning her bright pink. What the hell was
going on?
Ryan approached the table, and now he was nearer, and not kissing cheeks with beautiful
members of staff, she had to admit he was better looking in person.
God, talk about a total understatement. Better looking? That was like saying he was handsome.
Ryan was…
Well, handsome wasn’t the word.
He was a god.
That was it.
No other way of describing him.
Taller than the maître d’, she knew from his profile he was six-seven. But he wore it well. He
wasn’t thin and lean, but lithe and strong. His muscles were evident through his brutally tailored
navy suit. It clung in all the right places and displayed a soupcon of a white silk shirt that lay flat
against abs so
delineated, she could see them through the fabric. He wore no tie, but he had a little pocket

handkerchief… the lack of one and the presence of the other equalizing the semi-formal look.
His hair was a blond any woman would have killed for. So many shades of gold, her own hands
longed to touch the silky locks. He was tanned and bronze, and his eyes were a bright blue that
seemed to scan the situation with ease.
He had a strong Roman nose, a wide brow, lips made for kissing, and a jaw so hulking she
knew from looks alone how stubborn he was.
All in all, she felt totally underdressed and overwhelmed.
Who was this god and why had he elected to date her?
She gulped when he shot her a smile that made her melt. Just like that.
Jesus.
His nostrils flared a second, but before she could freak out over whether he could smell her
arousal—who could do that? No one, she desperately reassured herself—he turned to Diana
and wrapped an arm around her.
Wow, this guy was tactile.

 

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When offered a job on the Holy Representative’s special security team,

bounty hunter Zyan Star couldn’t be less interested – until she
finds out it’s her most hated of exes that they’re trying to
track down. He broke her heart and dumped her, which in turn led to
the loss of her soul at the hands of an immortal soul thief. Now she
too exists on a diet of souls, with the occasional martini thrown in
for good measure, and she’s had over two hundred years to fantasize
about revenge. She just didn’t quite imagine it playing out
alongside the emissaries of Heaven.

Working with Eli, the uptight angel that heads up the HR’s security, is
just about as much fun as Zy expects. He of course wants her vampire
ex brought to justice through legal avenues, which is very
inconvenient and incredibly boring. As she dives into the case,
however, she realizes there’s more at stake than her plot for
payback. Like, the free will of mankind, and preventing the minions
of hell from taking over the sovereign dimensions.

This job is going to push her to the limits of her abilities, and there’s
just a slight problem with that: the powers she’s suppressed for
centuries after losing control of them are exactly the powers she’s
going to need to save the HR, end her millennia-old ex and stop
Lucifer’s little plot to join the party and invade Earth.

Savior of humanity? Not so much. Or so she thought.

When one of the angelic warriors goes missing, Zyan and Eli head off to
Dublin to join the search. As soon as they arrive, they’re swept into
rising tensions between the angelic forces and the other supernatural
races. As more supernaturals go missing, Archangel Michael will stop
at nothing to put the perpetrator behind bars, even if it means
placing the city under martial law.

To add to the mess, Zyan’s sister Anna is in Dublin, and where Anna is,
Lucifer is only a step behind. Not to mention Alexander, Zyan’s sworn
enemy. Zyan has more than a sneaking suspicion they’re at the heart
of a spree of recent demon invasions. But something is odd about
these demons, and if she doesn’t figure it out before Lucifer
reveals his ultimate plan, the price could be catastrophic.

As if things couldn’t get worse, being back in Ireland where she was
turned immortal has dredged up the worst from her past. Including her
maker, Olga, who’s none too pleased that Zyan’s come back.

 

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To bring her best friend back from the dead, Zyan will march into Hell
itself. But first she needs to amass a force that can challenge
Lucifer on his home turf.

With Archangel Michael and the forces of Heaven on her heels, Zyan
criss-crosses the globe, gathering a supernatural team of epic
proportions. She’s calling in all her favors this time, summoning
figures from her past both dangerous and deadly.

And to get into Hell she must work with the worst of them all, the one
who murdered her friend in the first place. Zy will have to put aside
her burning need for revenge to pull off the biggest mission of her
life, but that may prove to be the one thing she can’t do.

Alexia is the author of the Amazon bestselling Zyan Star urban fantasy

series and The Timekeeper’s War contemporary fantasy series. She
lives in Florida with her son, two cats, and a bearded dragon. When
she’s not writing or reading, she can be found playing with horses,
drinking wine, traveling to the next place on her global wish list,
or maybe doing yoga. Dr. Who, unicorns, and katanas make her very
happy. She is represented by Sandy Lu of the L. Perkins Agency.

Excerpt – Martinis with the Devil (Zyan Star Book One)

The spawn turned to look at me with their orange goat eyes. They were ugly little buggers,
similar in appearance to goblins, but with tiny wings on their backs. Five of them stood between
me and Eli, whose arms were folded neatly over his chest, the veins popping out along his skin.
“None of your concern,” croaked the largest one, who stood only five feet tall, almost a foot
shorter than me.
I smiled. “Actually this is very much my concern, as this fine gentlemen is a patron of my bar.
I don’t appreciate my customers being harassed.”
“I didn’t buy anything,” Eli said.
I rolled my eyes. Gotta love the appreciation. “Be that as it may, I’m here now, and I’m not
about to let a bunch of underworld offspring lurk around my establishment.” I pinned my hazel
eyes on the leader. “That’s me asking nicely. I’ll only do it once.”
A slight twitch of a muscle was the only warning the first one gave before launching himself
at my face. I brought my blade up before me and watched as his body sliced in half from
forehead to groin. Two pieces of black flesh fell to the ground and sizzled into ash.
“Next?”
Two more of the spawn leaped towards me, and the other two at Eli. My sword blurred
silver in the night, decapitating the first and taking the arms off the second. Eli dispatched his
with a blast of white energy. They poofed into the air, little gray clouds that floated off into the
sky.
I leaned down over the armless spawn, who grinned at me like a mental patient. “What’s so
funny about bleeding out while your appendages lay beside you?” The tip of my sword pointed
under his chin.
“You can’t stop it,” he laughed. His green blood oozed onto the pavement.
“Stop what?” Eli commanded.
“He’s coming. He’s coming! And then we will roam freely.” His smile widened, then he
abruptly threw his weight forward, piercing his neck on the blade. “You can’t stop it,” he
gurgled through his own blood. A moment later he dissolved into ash.
“What a drama queen,” I muttered.

Eli watched me, his eyes unguarded for just a moment before he lapsed back into what
seemed his usual scowl. “That sword’s an interesting choice. Not a fan of hand-to-hand
combat?”
“And ruin my nails? Don’t think so.”
“Why’d you even come down here? Did you seriously think I couldn’t handle five tiny demon
spawn?”
“My turf, my business. Like I said earlier, I didn’t need them hanging around here anyways.” I
ran a wash of magic over my blade to clean it and then caught sight of my boots. “Oh, God
damn it!”
“Would you watch your mouth?” Eli snapped. “What’s wrong?”
“Look at my boots!” I lifted one off the ground and pointed my toe so he could see all the
green gooey blood soaked into the black leather. “Now I’m gonna have to throw them away.”
“You just fought off a pack of demon spawn that spouted cryptic doomsday messages and all
you can think about is your boots?” His voice was hard. Like his abs. Not that I’d been looking
while we were in the middle of a battle.
“Come on, you didn’t take that guy seriously, did you?”
Eli’s jaw tightened. “It is my duty to take threats to the sovereignty of humankind very
seriously.”
I laughed. “Well, you have fun with that.”
“You know, some of us actually have unselfish reasons for our existence. I’m sorry it isn’t as
glamorous as your life.” He lifted his chin, golden hair falling against his jaw line.
“Yes, you should be.” I turned and strode away, leaving him on the street. “Oh, and by the
way, you’re welcome,” I called over my shoulder.

 

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Hunters of Infinity #2

Genre: Sci-Fi/Space Opera

Pub Date: 10/16/18

The Hunters of Infinity have guarded the Daharian galaxy for ages, but

when betrayed, they can become a vicious enemy . . .

He was the devilishly handsome stranger who charmed me with just one
look, saved me from myself, and captured my heart.

But… there was always one thing or another that stopped us from being
together.

1. Ten years ago was the wrong time for us.

2. Now he’s my boss…

The attraction between us is undeniable.

Temptation and passion rolled into one.

And, since fate keeps throwing us together we decide to give in and see if
what we had all those years ago was real.

Us together now is like nothing I could have imagined.

I dived in head first, straight into a hot, wild, passionate
relationship that left my head spinning.

For a while it seems like things might work out.

Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her

husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.

She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing
and ice skating.

When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.

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