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Expose Yourself by Erin Louis Genre: Non-Fiction, Self Help, Humor

After her first two books about the stripper world and her memoirs, Erin Louis offers us her new self-help book promoting critical thinking and self-confidence through humor, challenging insights, and her own true stories. A cross between “Fifty Shades of Grey” and “The God Delusion”, Ms Louis titillates as she enlightens readers. You will learn how to find the freedom to be yourself, find confidence to take risks, and change your life. This book will show you how. As she says, you don’t even have to get naked to do it, she’s done that for you.
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Growing up in Southern California, surrounded by beautiful people, I struggled to find my identity. Every one else seemed to know who I was supposed to be, and how I was supposed to act, but their Idea of who I was didn’t quite fit with how I felt inside. I knew I was just different somehow. Expressing my true self came with criticism which caused me to question myself, and so began my search to find myself and the life I wanted to lead. Years of taking risks, enduring judgments, and self-doubt taught me that to be truly happy meant rejecting mainstream society’s idea of who I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to believe. Somehow through all this, I have found the courage to show who I really am to the world. I hope to help lead others down the path to their own self-acceptance. My mission now is to help people live their best lives without the need to please other people who may be miserable in their own. Whether it be discarding dilapidated belief systems, unrealistic ideals, or simply the fear of judgment, finding the courage to be yourself can be daunting. By sharing my stories, I hope to show that you are ultimately in control of your own life, and that you alone have the power to control your own happiness. I hope to provide that little nudge you may need to tell the world to kiss your butt, because you are awesome just the way you are. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Take It From a Stripper
How Being a Stripper Taught Me to Take Risks, Stop Pretending, and Challenge Norms
You might be asking yourself, “What could a stripper possibly say that would relate to me?” In fact, I’d be
terribly disappointed in you if you weren’t asking that question. It’s a perfectly valid one. After all, what
does my twenty years of public nudity have to do with you? Well, now that you ask, quite a bit.
While common stereotypes often portray strippers as amoral, drug dependent, uneducated, and broken
human beings, this is not always the case. A common misconception is that most strippers are driven to
the profession out of desperation, a last resort, or simply lacking the cognitive ability to make it in the real
world. I would say that description is much more fitting of today’s reality TV stars than your average
stripper. Actually, most strippers are smart, independent and happy to be on the fringe of society.
My time in the adult industry has given me a unique perspective on not only sex, but also on taking risks,
questioning norms, thinking for myself, and so much more. I knew I would likely learn much about sex,
but my job actually taught me so much more about life itself. How to ask unwelcome questions, how to
accept other people, and how to let go of limiting thoughts and beliefs. I’ve essentially performed an
informal sociological study on humans. Granted my knowledge is limited to the context of the strip club,
but I’ve come up with some interesting findings, including, of course, how it relates to human sexual
behavior. For example, sex shaming, especially from religions, seems to be the driving force behind the
whole sex industry itself. I firmly believe that if sex and nudity were not deemed to be wrong or dirty, strip
clubs, porn, and the like wouldn’t exist at all. While I’d like to think I might qualify as a subject matter
expert, I have no formal education in the field. My expertise comes strictly from twenty sober years
working with strippers, strip club staff and customers. My advice and opinions all stem from that
experience.
While I have made it out of the industry with my cognitive faculties mostly intact, I must admit I have a
slightly twisted view on a few things. As most of us are taught to conceal our inner selves for fear of
judgement, I see it mostly in the open. Thirty seconds in someone’s lap for instance, can give me a
wealth of information about that person. I can tell pretty quickly someone’s feelings toward women and
whether he calls his mother regularly or not. Things like fetishes, or the way someone talks or touches,
are each a little clue into someone’s mind. On the surface it seems like all I do is provide live
masturbatory material, while in reality I’m collecting information. I have insights that can only come from
my work, and that includes other dancers as well as staff. The way people interact in the strip club can
be very different from the way they act in what I will refer to as the real world.
When you expose yourself both literally and figuratively, you are casting a light on reality. The lessons I
learned in the strip club apply not only to other people but also to myself. I was forced to face certain
things about myself that I may have missed had I taken a more mainstream path in life. Seeing yourself
for who you really are on the inside is in my opinion the only way to true happiness. To be able to reach
your goals, you must first be honest with yourself, and that includes everything that makes you
uncomfortable. Whether suppressed feelings, desires, or insecurities, refusing to face uncomfortable
truths about yourself and the reality you live in, is a terrific way to end up a bitter, unfulfilled and
miserable person. Frankly, that sucks for not only you, but everyone else you come in contact with.
As a stripper, exposing my outside to public scrutiny also eventually led to exposing the uncomfortable
feelings and doubts about the world around me and what I was taught to believe. Getting naked on stage
forced me to come to terms with the inadequacies I felt I had physically. As I grew more comfortable
confronting my fears about aesthetic judgements, I was able to turn that into acknowledging the
uncomfortable feelings I was holding inside. Dancing showed me how to present a fantasy, which in turn
gave me the tools to recognize when I myself was presented with a fantasy, as well as the fantasies I
was presenting to myself.
I was taught that living a happy life meant living a normal one. Stay in your lane and go with the flow. Be
what society considers acceptable and respectable. When I was finally able to let go of the image of what
people thought I should be and started to investigate the world around me, what I found was far more
profound and beautiful than anything I had ever thought it could be.
I hope to help you live your best life, learn to take risks, question everything, and find yourself. Also, I
hope to show you that a life without risks is ultimately boring and unfulfilling. The good news is you don’t
have to get naked in public to do it, as I’ve very generously already done that for you.

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What Death Taught Terrence by Derek McFadden Genre: Inspirational Fantasy

LIFE IS A JOURNEY. SO IS THE AFTERLIFE. At the end of his life, Terrence McDonald must discover its meaning, or he’ll be banned from the afterlife forever, and his soul will cease to exist. Join Terrence– and those who love him–on a poignant and unforgettable journey through a life at once wonderful and harrowing. Learn what Terrence learns. See what Terrence sees. By this provocative story’s end, readers may even learn a thing or two about themselves. *** The TV is on, and I’m on the couch, leaning as far back as I can. My heavy, indecisive brown eyes—their lenses blurred ever since my tumultuous, too-soon entrance into the world—flutter between open and shut. I am half-watching half-listening to a football game on a Sunday afternoon. Was that the doorbell? “Who is it?” I call out, expecting to hear my daughter, Megan’s, voice. These days, she is the one person who visits me. The only person who knows I’m making my home in this little oasis fashioned from wood felled by my own hand. “Terry, it’s Mom. I’m here to help you move.” My mom? That’s not possible. She’s… Wait. To help me move? Oh, God. I rise from the couch and glance back at my lifeless body. PRAISE FOR What Death Taught Terrence “What Death Taught Terrence offers a powerful, painful, and poignant look at the life of a man rarely encountered in fiction. Derek McFadden’s writes with an insight few can match.” — T.F. ALLEN, author of The Night Janitor and The Keeper “A good story allows the reader to experience life as another person, and McFadden made me do so on a deeply personal level. If you like the works of Mitch Albom, I think you’ll find What Death Taught Terrence a worthy addition to your library and the reading of it a lifeaffirming journey.” — BRADLEY HARPER, Edgar-Award Finalist, author of A Knife In The Fog and Queen’s Gambit “In What Death Taught Terrence, Derek McFadden builds a world that satisfies both our desire for imagination and our need for personal introspection. I found this (story) immediately immersive, and it stuck with me long after I finished. McFadden is doing something rare in today’s fiction—exploring the limits of what we will believe to form a better understanding of who we are.” — ALEX DOLAN, author of The Euthanist and The Empress of Tempera Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

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Death, Part 1
Terrence McDonald is 55. The year is 2045.
The TV is on, and I’m on the couch, leaning as far back as I can. My heavy,

indecisive brown eyes—their lenses blurred ever since my tumultuous, too-soon

entrance into the world—flutter between open and shut. I am half-watching half-
listening to a football game on a Sunday afternoon. Was that the doorbell?

“Who is it?” I call out, expecting to hear my daughter, Megan’s, voice. These days, she is the one person
who visits me. The only person who knows I’m making my home in this little oasis fashioned from wood
felled by my own hand.
“Terry, it’s Mom. I’m here to help you move.”
My mom? That’s not possible. She’s…
Wait. To help me move? Oh, God.
I rise from the couch and glance back at my lifeless body. Five-foot-eight standing up, but now it’s

slumped over, grayish-blue. A few stray locks of the hair I inherited from my father, still mostly pepper-
black, spill over into my unseeing eyes.

Shit. I still had more I wanted to do, damn it! Was it my cerebral palsy? We’ve
co-existed forever. Has it somehow—in its slow, indirect way—finally done me
in?
I turn back around toward the TV, and I see my mom materialize in front of me, a
concerned look on her face.
“Are you okay?”
“No, of course I’m not okay!” I scream. “So… is that it then? I’m dead, just like
that?”
She doesn’t say anything, but her silence says everything.
“How? How did I die?”
Mom puts her hand on my shoulder like she always did when I was a kid and I
was upset and needed some time to calm down. “You don’t remember?”
“No, Mom, I don’t remember. If I remembered, why would I ask?”
She is silent for another beat. “If you don’t remember… then it’s probably best if
I stay quiet for now. My job is to take you Home.”
“I am home,” I shoot back.
“You don’t understand. Where I’m taking you… this is a different kind of
Home. This is the place where you’ll find out what happens next.”
“Is there any way around this? Any way at all?”
These words are as close as I’ve ever come to arguing with my mom. That’s
because arguing with her does not come naturally to me. And, considering the life
I have, I never thought I’d hear myself plead for it.
“No, Terry. I’m sorry, but there’s not. You know that, if there were a way, I’d tell
you what it was. But this has been decided.”
I pull away from her. Am I frightened? No, not exactly. But I am… disheartened.
Before I can go too far, she takes my hand. “Come with me, Terry. I love you.”
It’s been so long since Mom said those words to me—I love you—that I’d
forgotten how true and convincing they sounded in her voice, and how
much I missed them… and her.
Without warning—and without the white-light-emitting tunnel I experienced as a
kid— we’re not in the cabin anymore, and I find myself in a house so familiar I
am comfortable in seconds. The smells are familiar. The floorplan. The art on the
walls. This is a replica of the home I shared with my wife, before she got sick and
I moved into the cabin.
“See, it’s not so bad,” Mom says. “I picked it out and furnished it myself. Just for
you.”
It is a nice place. Much nicer than I’m used to these days, that’s for sure. Not that
I have anything but a vague idea where we are.
Now that I’ve calmed down some, it isn’t just this new house I’m appraising. I’m
also getting my first real good look at Mom in twenty years. Hers is a face
looking as youthful today as it appeared in the photograph announcing her
entrance into womanhood—taken in her eighteenth year. I remember seeing this
picture in a family album decades ago.
“You’ve got all the comforts you’re used to,” Mom explains. “Along with a

couple you might have forgotten about.”
“So this is where I’ll be living now?”
The frown on her face hints at the fact that things aren’t that simple. “Well, that
depends on your appointment, but I sure hope you will. Your father and I are just
down the street.”
“Dad’s here?”
“Yes, he made it.” She smiles. She’d told me as much before. Years ago, on her
final day. She’d said it twice, in fact. I’m not sure I’d believed her either time.
“My appointment?”
“Everyone has an appointment when they first get here.”
“What happens? Who is the appointment with?”
“I can’t tell you, Terr.” Mom takes a seat in the first of three chairs arranged in
front of my large television screen. This is the only liberty she’s taken in the
design. The original home had two chairs in front of this television, because two
was enough for Mattie and me, but I sense Mom gave me the extra seat in case I
should have company over. “Those who have been through their own
appointments, like me, are expressly forbidden from sharing any details with
newcomers, like you. Each appointment is different based on the soul and the life
it concerns.”
“Ah.” Now I’m nervous. And not just because I get the feeling at this moment
that Mom is spouting some section of a well-rehearsed monologue. I wonder if, at
this appointment, everything in a person’s life is considered.
“Yes, everything is considered,” Mom says.
I shoot her a confused glance. Did she just read my mind?
“Oh, I’m sorry. We don’t often use spoken words or languages here. I mean,
we can. And we will, especially in cases when explanations or announcements
need to be delivered to a large number of people. God prefers spoken language
Himself. But it’s more common, for those who have been Home a while, to
communicate telepathically. I thought that was what you were doing.”
I shake my head.
“Well, in a few days, once you’re feeling acclimated, let me know. You can call
me on this.” Mom produces what looks like a cell phone. “That’s a direct line to
me and me alone. When you’re ready, I’ll come and pick you up and take you to
your appointment.”
“Okay.”
But first, she thinks, get some rest. You look terrible.
I am a little tired, but what do you expect? I’m dead.
“You’re getting the hang of our telepathy already.” She laughs, gives me a
hug. “I’ve gotta get back to cook your father’s pot roast, or he might go a little
nuts.”
Sounds like Dad. A hungry Carl McDonald means an irritable, hard-to-deal-with
Carl McDonald (I was going to say hard-to-live with, but the word doesn’t fit).
Mom pats my shoulder and disappears. This new Home is going to mean some
big adjustments for me.

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The Fifth Vital by Mike Majlak and Riley J. Ford Genre: Nonfiction

#1 AMAZON BESTSELLER! Mike Majlak was a seventeen-year-old from a loving, middle-class family in Milford, Connecticut, when he got caught up in the opioid epidemic that swept the nation. For close to a decade thereafter, his life was a wasteland of darkness and despair. While his peers were graduating from college, buying homes, getting married, having kids, and leading normal lives, Mike was snorting OxyContin, climbing out of cars at gunpoint, and burying his childhood friends. Unable to escape the noose of addiction, he eventually lost the trust and support of everyone who had ever loved him. Alone, with nothing but drugs to keep him company, darkness closed in, and the light inside him–the last flicker of hope–began to dim. His dreams, potential, and future were all being devoured by a relentless addiction too powerful to fight. Despair filled him as he realized he wasn’t going to survive. Somehow, he did… HE NOT ONLY SURVIVED, HE THRIVED. Now he’s a social media personality with millions of followers, and an entrepreneur, marketer, podcaster, YouTuber, and author who hopes to use his voice to shine a light for those whose own lights have grown dim. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

About Riley J. Ford Riley J. Ford is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author and UCLA graduate represented by Creative Artists Agency. She writes under multiple pen names and has sold more than one million copies of her novels worldwide. One of her books has been adapted into an upcoming movie for Netflix. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

About Mike Majlak Mike, aka Mike Majlak, a self-proclaimed “social lubricator,” has become a fixture in the Logan Paul universe — officially as a moral compass for the impulsive YouTuber, but more frequently as an accomplice for his antics. Twitter * Instagram * Goodreads * YouTube

Most importantly, to those of you who have found yourselves caught up in the
endless struggle of addiction, mental illness, pain, chaos, and despair:
I am you and you are me.
Our stories, while surely dramatically different, share very similar truths—that tremendous
pressure you feel on your heart and in the pit of your stomach, the heaviness that chokes the air
from your lungs, and the anxiety that ravages your mind to madness. I have felt that same
terrible pain. You are not alone. You never will be. Revel in knowing there is someone who feels
just like you.
If you have people who support you, take advantage of your extreme blessing. Lean on
them. They will be the ones who carry you on days you cannot carry yourself. And on days you
find yourself alone, burdened, unable to run or walk, beaten down and ready to give up…crawl.
As impossible as it may seem, pull yourself through the mud. Scrape for every single fucking
inch until one day you find yourself able to walk again. Against the strongest of tides, keep
moving forward. Never stop. Never be pushed under.
However dark things are, and however dark things get, I urge you to find your light. Find that
one glimmering remainder of hope that continues to push you forward.

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Crossroads Double Cross Series Book 1 by P. Sawyer Genre: Romance

Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life. Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image. Katherine “Kat” Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content with being herself and who she is. When Kat’s company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her. For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is. ** Only $.99 for 5/15-5/31 and then $1.99 from 6/1-6/15 !!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Books2Read

Crossover Double Cross Series Book 2

Secrets Can Destroy. Can they overcome theirs? Faith Maguire has spent the last six years traveling the world running from her past and the secret she hides. After finding her fiancé cheating on her in Milan, Faith heads home to Fuquay Varina, NC. Faith plans to lick her wounds and take some time off until she is offered a position documenting the upcoming tour for Double Cross. Gabe Cross has spent the last six years trying to forget the girl that broke his heart. As Gabe prepares for another three months on tour, he’s ready to do whatever he needs to do to keep the hurt and pain buried in women and booze. The plan was concrete until she shows up on tour. Faced to confront the hurt and pain six years forgot-Gabe and Faith must learn how to move on from their pasts in order to have a future, but will their secrets prevent them from having their second chance? ** Only $.99 for 5/15-5/31 and then $1.99 from 6/1-6/15 !!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Books2Read

Crossfire Double Cross Series Book 3

Reese I’ve known him half my life and I’ve spent half my life fighting my feelings for him. Our relationship isn’t typical nor is it normal; it’s just us. He knows every crevice of me; my likes, my hates, my needs, my quirks. I don’t know what changed but nothing is the same as it was. The closer I fly towards the fire, the more I fear I’ll get burned. Jax I took her virginity and we’ve been inseparable since. Best friends for over seventeen years, she’s seen me at my best, at my worst and everywhere in between. The primal need that fills me deep inside to protect her, to claim her is getting more and more difficult to ignore. When did friendship morph into something more? Or were the lines always this blurred? When our pasts finally collide with the present, how do we survive the crossfire? ** Only $.99 for 5/15-5/31 and then $1.99 from 6/1-6/15 !!** Add to GoodreadsApple * Books2Read

P. Sawyer is a romance author that loves to read as much as she loves to write! Fascinated with bringing the “real” version of love to readers, P. strives to show how mess love can be and how happily ever afters aren’t always what they seem. P. grew up in New England and currently lives with her husband, two children and dog in CT. When she is not creating less than perfect love stories, she can be found reading or watching Hockey. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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I had just finished shooting the Vogue cover spread and was exhausted. We had finished early,
and the crew wanted to go out for drinks. I politely declined, stating I was going to go back to the hotel
and catch up with Andre, who had flown out last week to meet me.
I said my goodbyes and made my way back to the hotel, attempting to take in the air of Milan as I
did. Every other time I’d been here, it was so hectic that I’d never had any time to enjoy the city. This
time I had invited Andre, and booked a couple of extra days to spend here.
Andre and I had been seeing each other for about two years, and he had proposed to me about six
months ago. It was in New York, at my favorite restaurant around the corner from my apartment. Things
were going good, for once. I had finally booked enough gigs to keep me afloat for a while. My name was
out there in the world of photography, especially for magazine shoots. I’d even received a proposition to
shoot the new promo material for a popular band. I hadn’t looked at the proposition in depth yet, and it
seemed like a good one, but the timing was a bit late. I had already booked gigs through October, and my
manager had said something about the new publicity agency needing the promo photos by the beginning
of November for the full kick off of the band’s tour. Apparently, they were doing a couple of shows

during October as they geared up for a three-month stint around the US. I knew I should look at the
proposition more closely, but I just wanted to get back to the hotel and to Andre.
I reached the hotel room and slid my key into the handle. As I opened the door, I heard the sounds
of a woman and Andre. No! Please, God, no! I dropped my stuff at the door and made my way to the
bedroom. I turned the corner and saw a redhead riding my fiancée.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I was surprised I could get the words out. Andre jumped up,
well, more or less threw the chick off of him, and grabbed the sheet to pull around himself.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I’m pretty sure it is what I think it is. You fucking a chick in the bed of our hotel room.” I stood
there and stared at her while she made a feeble attempt to put her clothes on.
“You have three seconds to get the fuck out of here before I call hotel security and have them
escort your slut ass out.” The girl picked up her pace and hurried to find clothing, and then headed out of
the room. I turned to Andre, who was walking toward me. “Bella, it’s not what you think, really.”
“Don’t call me Bella, and get the fuck out of here as well. Go, now!” I was trying to keep my cool,
keep the tears from falling down my face. I couldn’t believe that everything we had, everything we
dreamt about, he had ruined with a mere fuck. For God’s sake, it wasn’t like we didn’t fuck. The sex was
good. I know my busy schedule and his were at odds with each other, but we seemed to be happy – at least
I was. But now my world had crumbled. When Andre didn’t make a move to leave, I shook my head and
grabbed the suitcase from the closet and packed my stuff. I grabbed everything and shoved it into the
suitcase.
Andre rushed to me as I entered the sitting area, his hand grasping my arm, “Bella, please let’s
talk about this.”
“You don’t get to talk. You don’t get to call me that.” I pulled my arm out of his grasp and picked
up my purse and camera bags, and walked out of the door. Andre followed, still wrapped in the sheet. I
jumped on the elevator and thanked God when the doors shut in his face. I reached the lobby and hailed a
cab. It wasn’t until we were on the way to the airport that I let the tears flow. The poor Italian cab driver
had a look of worry on his face.
“Tutto bene, signorina?” he asked.
“Spero di sì. Spero davvero che sarà. Grazie.” I watched as he nodded in the mirror. The rest of
the drive was in silence. The tears still flowed down my face, only not as hard as before. My heart was
broken in a million pieces, and I hadn’t felt that way in many years. Not since I had left the other one. I
put my head back against the seat and watched the sights of Milan pass by. I’d exchange my ticket when I
got to the airport, pay whatever I needed to. I just needed to get home. Home to North Carolina. Away
from everything.

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Knights of the Dragon Of Knights and Wizards Book 1 by A.J. Gallant Genre: Epic Fantasy

In a fantasy land full of knights, dragons, kingdoms and wars, a boy is transformed into a sorcerer before his time. To save his kingdom he must learn fast, but not a single spell has worked for him. As he sleepwalks, he conjures, driving people away from him and even transforming his father – the king – into a chicken. It might be too dangerous for King Darrius to allow his son to remain in Leeander. He’s a Tarcranian Wizard of the highest power, and distracted enough without a female to grab his attention. But Raina’s beautiful face captures him, and after Marcus befriends one of the dragons, she discovers his quandary. And so the adventure begins. Goodreads * Amazon

Knights of the Wizard Of Knights and Wizards Book 2

Young Marcus is trying hard to become a respectable sorcerer, but he’s failing miserably… and casting spells while he sleepwalks doesn’t help either. But will he really be banished from his own kingdom? Meanwhile, a grey dragon awakens from a four-hundred-year nap and discovers that there is a new and powerful wizard in existence – and that he just might be a danger to him. Ash must be killed. With the Dwagord residing on the other side of the mountain range, never before able to venture into Leeander’s part of the world, their wizards have finally blown their way through the mountain, and are planning to conquer everyone and everything. But to the Dwagord, this new land is as puzzling as it is fascinating, with much more magic than exists in their homeland. Goodreads * Amazon

Knight of the Sword Of Knights and Wizards Book 3

Marcus still hasn’t mastered his powers, he’s not the suave and in control wizard he would like to be. Now poor Marcus is now contending with courting and try as he may, is fumbling around in the dark, trying to win his lady’s favor. How long will Raina wait for his full attention? Is she being too demanding? Marcus has been warned that he must find and keep the Staff of Herding, a powerful magical tool for its owner out of the hands of three dark sorcerers. But is it too late? Who is the guardian that protects this staff? How can anyone get past such a powerful protector who has hidden it away deep where no one would dare to look. Meanwhile, in a dragon cave, a young and powerful dragon wizard is growing into his powers, but what does he have to do with Marcus? In a world filled with magic, will their paths cross again? A powerful sword, that can only be handled by the pure of soul has become a quest for Princess Alexa as she sets off on a deadly quest to retrieve this sword and bring it home as a gift. Can the sword help win back the stolen staff? Will Marcus finally come into his own and get a handle on his magic or will evil overtake the world? Goodreads * Amazon

Knights of the Full Moon Of Knights and Wizards Book 4

“A.J. Gallant is back and Knights of the Full Moon has got to be right up there as one of his best medieval fantasies to date.” Dii Who will be transformed into a new sorcerer? Who will perish? The source of magic is releasing an excessive amount of magical ingredients into the world with dire consequences. Never before seen monsters, dragons with no wings and whales floating up and out of the sea. Marcus and his dragon friend who’s also a sorcerer tried but failed to contain the source. What will happen to this magical world now? An epic fantasy of sword and sorcery, medieval adventure, romance, and magic. Sprinkled with humor. Arthurian with lots of twists and turns. Ever changing enchantment makes life a complicated affair. Goodreads * Amazon

Knights of Ash Of Knights and Wizards Book 5

Dragon fantasy and romance collide in this series of a coming of age wizard and his many trials and tribulations of suddenly being thrown into the wizarding world. A medieval world of dragons, wizards and wizards and of course knights. Did I mention talking dragons? And one dragon in particular that bonds with Marcus which is unheard of in this land. A wonderful series of great and unpredictable adventure. Marcus always thought that dragons were at the top of the food chain, but crunchers are moving into the area and they kill dragons. The Tar-Cranian Wizard cannot imagine his land without dragons, but even the sorcerers, including Raina and Ash may have enough experience to stop them. And Marcus must journey to the Upside-Down forest to replenish his magical ingredients, but at more than five hundred leagues away the chances of returning are not good. Meanwhile, a hunter named Shaun has eyes for the woman that lives across from him, but his father is ready to sell her. Goodreads * Amazon

A. J. Gallant is the best selling author of several books, including Knights of the Dragon (of Knights and Wizards series) and Dracula Hearts series, the first book in the series is Dracula: Hearts of Stone. Detective Olivia Brown Mysteries is also gaining in popularity. (Anita’s vacation in New York City ends tragically when she’s killed in Central Park, but instead of the end, it’s only the beginning. Her soul remains at the scene trying hard to process what happened. There are other ghosts that don’t seem to be much help. And,of course, the new reality of being a ghost does not sit well with Anita. What is she supposed to do now?) The author has two cats that make him rise at 5 each morning to keep him on his toes. Website * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

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