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Jungle Heat Amazon Chronicles Book 1 by Sarah Makela Genre: Paranormal Romance

An Amazon Princess and a weretiger must find love enough to heal their peoples’ painful history. The Amazon Rainforest still contains a few secrets. One of these secrets is a hidden village of women whose history is filled with the horror of conquering men. Adara Rukan, princess of the Amazons, ventures away from her village to find something waiting for her. Andrei “Rei” Makarov is a weretiger and a biologist on assignment. Can Rei and Adara find love enough to bridge their two separate worlds? Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Jungle Fire Amazon Chronicles Book 2

The leader of a Pride of werepumas must win his lady’s love, or she could be taken from him forever. In the Amazon Rainforest, traditions are important. They’ve long led to survival for the Amazon warrior women. Kyle Reynolds, ruler of the werepumas, is ready to fly in the face of those treasured customs for the love of Rubia Costa, who will soon be out of his grasp if he can’t win her affection before allies of the Amazons steal her away from him forever. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Jungle Blaze Amazon Chronicles Book 3

An Amazon and a werepuma cause a battle between races, but will they find love together in time? Sol has seen others around her find their mates, and she’s determined to find her own, except the man who has caught her eye is standoffish and has no intention of getting into a relationship. Eduardo, the second-in-command of the werepumas, has no interest in the mating going on around him, but his stern attitude is about to change when he finds what he didn’t know he was looking for—Sol. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Jungle Burn Amazon Chronicles Book 4

In the series finale, Sabina Rukan is ready to find her mate. She must choose between her close friend, Tiago, who lusts after her, and the object of her desire, Rafael. When the three of them come together, Rafael discovers the feelings between him and Sabina are mutual, and he’ll stop at nothing to make her his mate. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she’s written all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy… even a sweet contemporary romance! A life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies, and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Excerpt from Book 1, Jungle Heat:

Chapter One

Adara raced over the dense forest floor, trying to escape the shadow closing on her heels. Fear pumped
adrenaline through her body as she ran toward her village through the darkness. Panic tangled with the
sheer need to survive. If only she’d listened. What was I thinking coming out alone?
She shot a glance over her shoulder. Her foot smacked against a tree root in the moment of distraction,
pitching her body forward. The fall came in slow motion.
Cursing under her breath, she rolled onto her back. Dry leaves clung to her blonde hair. The subtle,
musty scent of slow rot rose from the rich soil, mixed with something primal and wild behind her. The
dark shadow loomed. Her gaze rose to take in her pursuer, wondering if the beast would be her doom.
The tall, broad-shouldered creature towered over her. Watching. It wasn’t human or animal. The
village wise woman had warned her of beings like this, but they’d seemed like fables. How could
something so fantastical be real?
Even as she trembled with fear, this creature captivated her. The black and orange stripes covering his
shoulders and arms evoked a distant memory, yet the design was uncommon in the Amazon.
His hair hung in straight, black strands like a human’s, but his face had the nose, mouth, and eyes of a
feline. His muscular, naked body reflected a splendid combination of both species. Sweat-shiny skin
glistened through the inch-long fur that covered him.
His white chest intrigued her, all the way to the patch of fur barely covering his groin.
Leaves and branches framed his face with a lush green background. He crouched over her. His
piercing golden eyes focused solely on her. His stare reminded her of a cat from her village staring at a
small rodent before pouncing.
As he leaned down, she grabbed her kris from the garter on her thigh and pushed it against his
stomach. She didn’t want today being the day she died. Her people needed her. She wouldn’t let this beast
deny them their princess.
The animal cocked his head at her. He brushed his lips over her throat, whiskers tickling her chin.
Her body stiffened. What is he doing? Bewilderment spread through her as his feline lips touched her
neck. Instead of biting her, his canines grazed lightly, gently, from just below her ear down to her
shoulder, almost as if exploring her flesh, instead of seeking to rip open her throat.
She tensed. Even with her weapon pressed against the beast’s stomach, she still feared for her life. As
an Amazon princess, she wasn’t easily scared. But this feline made her heart pound. If only she’d brought
Rubia with her, she might not be in this situation, and they would’ve stood a better chance against this
feline.
Why does he persist in toying with me? Adara swallowed as a low burn warmed the pit of her stomach.
These feelings confused her.
A soft sniffing sounded in her ear right before his tongue scraped rough caresses on her skin. Other
jungle cats marked their territory. Did this animal believe she was his? She didn’t want to find out.
Without waiting for the feline’s next move, Adara drove the kris deep into his stomach, meeting
resistance as the blade plunged through flesh and muscle. She forced it further as his blood flowed onto
her hands, making the hilt of the kris slick and her grip weaker.
He roared and leapt back with her blade still embedded in his abdomen.
She scrambled to her feet. Her ears rang from him screaming so close to the side of her face. Bringing
up a hand to her ear, Adara felt a trail of his wet blood drip along her cheek.
He straightened his spine and strode back to her, her kris still buried in him. It seemed as if the dagger
was nothing more than a minor annoyance to him. She clenched her hands into fists and dropped them to
her sides.
The reality of what she saw struck her, and she froze. How could he act so unaffected? He shouldn’t be
able to move around so casually. It wasn’t possible. How can I outrun something like that? This can’t be
happening.
Her mother had always warned her to be careful when traveling through the forest. Why hadn’t she
listened? And how could she feel so drawn to this animal when he intimidated her?
“Who are you?” Gritting her teeth, she forced her voice to resonate with the commanding tones of an
Amazon huntress, and fervently hoped it didn’t betray the panic racing through her veins. Her people’s
beliefs restricted them from showing fear in front of strangers. Not that they saw many. But her
tribeswomen were survivors in dangerous times. Their history brimmed with reminders.
The feline bared pointed white teeth. “Call me Rei.” His husky voice reverberated like a deep growl.
He launched into the air and, before she could react, flattened her to the ground. Air whooshed from
her lungs. Was he getting his revenge? Would she die now? Her eyes widened and locked onto his.

He pinned her arms next to her head and pressed his feline lips to hers. His tongue scraped across her
lower lip, causing nips of pain to cut through the alluring sensation.
She shook her head hard, breaking the kiss. Her breath rushed out short and quick. Never before had
she kissed anyone. His mouth on hers created fiery stirrings within her body that felt almost too good. Her
racing pulse only spread the warmth through her body that much faster.
Twice a year, her tribeswomen associated with Indian men. The younger girls were forced to stay in a
hut during those visits, although Adara had snuck out once with Rubia in a fit of rebellion. She’d spotted
one of her kin pressing her mouth against an Indian male’s. Could this be what happens?
But men weren’t to be trusted. Her kin had learned that the hard way many, many years ago.
Her mind flashed to the tales she’d heard from the Wise Woman. Horrible reminders assaulted her,
memories of the men from long ago, enslaving her kind, killing them ruthlessly with diseases and swords.
She could imagine the cruelty of the conquering, pillaging men as vividly as if she’d been there
herself, so strongly had the Wise Woman spoken. It had taken weeks for her to sleep soundly after
listening to those tales.
As the princess of her people, it was important for her to not let history repeat. Men couldn’t be
allowed to slaughter them again.
Sudden panic swept away the lust that burned inside her. This creature could do the same. He’s chased
me, after all.
“What do you want from me?” Adara asked, trying to sound forceful, but instead her voice came out
husky. She cleared her throat and returned his gaze.
Talking with an animal! Rubia would be jealous. Her tribeswomen would never believe this story…if
she survived the encounter.
Rei smiled, warmth emanating from him. “You.” His chest rumbled, and the word rolled off his
tongue like an exotic purr.

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Margaret of Wessex  The Legendary Women of World History Book 10  by Laurel A. Rockefeller  Genre: Historical Fiction 

The 11th century was a dangerous time to be of the line unbroken of King Æthelred II Unread and his first queen, Æfgifu of York. Born in Hungary after King Canute III’s failed attempt to murder her father, Edward the Exile, Margaret found her life turned upside down by King Edward the Confessor’s discovery of her father’s survival — and the resulting recall of her family to England.
Now a political hostage only kept alive for as long as it served powerful men’s interests, Margaret and her family found King Máel Coluim mac Donnchadh Ceann Mhor (Malcolm III Canmore)’s invitation to his court in Dunfermline in Alba the long-awaited answer to her prayers.
Scotland would never be the same again.
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Spring came to England, Margaret’s very first. After enjoying a sunny day for Easter
mass with the king and queen, Margaret found herself surprised by the constantly changing
weather that seemed to move effortlessly between rain, sleet, and the occasional light snow
flurries. Taking breakfast with her parents, brother, and sister, Margaret looked to God for help
adapting to her new surroundings. As beautiful as Winchester was, it still did not yet feel like
home. For one, the city streets were all laid out on a grid, a residual from when the English
capital was a Roman city. Though Winchester fell in disrepair after the Romans left, House
Wessex restored it to make it one of the finest towns in the south. At just 15 miles north of
Southampton, the location was well suited to travel by both land and sea—without the marshy
bogs of the Thames to deal with out east.

“Margaret, come quick!” yelled Cristina as Margaret knelt at the altar in her room to
pray.
“What’s wrong?” asked Margaret as she crossed herself and rose from her kneeling
bench.
“Something’s wrong with father,” cried Cristina.
Margaret took her sister’s hand and followed her to the garden outside. Earl Harold
Godwinson of Wessex stood over the figure of what seemed to be a man. Reaching them,
Margaret looked down to see her father’s face, “What happened?”
Earl Harold met Margaret’s eyes, “We were talking about his responsibilities as the
Ætheling when suddenly he fell down dead.”
Margaret crouched down and touched her father’s cooling face. Touching his neck she
felt no pulse, “He’s gone! Just like that!” Margaret rose to her feet, shock and half disbelief
filling her. “What do we do now?”
“I will send for some servants to lay him out properly. A priest will come and pray for
him. Then we will arrange for his funeral and burial. In a few days the king will make the official
declaration making your brother Edgar his new heir, though in truth the Witan has the final say
in who assumes the throne. Should the king die this year, it is doubtful the Witan would give the
throne to Edgar. He’s too young to even hold a sword, let alone lead our armies against a
foreign invasion,” explained Harold.
“Who then will the Witan choose if my brother is too young to rule?” asked Margaret
nervously.

“That I think only God knows, Margaret. Perhaps you should ask him?” suggested the
earl deceitfully.
“That I shall do,” agreed Margaret as she turned and left, her sister Cristina almost
running to catch up with her as she returned to her room.
Closing the door, Cristina eyed her coolly, “Our father dies and all you can think of is
the succession? What’s wrong with you, Margaret?”
Margaret paced her bedroom pensively, “What’s wrong with me? Did you at all look at
the man? He wants to be king, Cristina. I could hear it in his voice. He is absolutely confident
Edgar will never rule England as king. I’m betting if the worst were to happen, this Harold
Godwinson would be able to persuade the Witan into choosing him. At least that is what he is
preparing to do. Harold is gathering his resources so that no matter what our great uncle wants
for the future, he will be in charge. It’s what his father Godwin did. You really think our pious
great-uncle handled the day to day administration of his realm? You would have to be either
ignorant or stupid or both to believe that.”
“And Queen Edith?” asked Cristina.
“She is the earl’s brother, a daughter of Godwin of Wessex. We must expect her alliance
to be stronger with her family than with ours.”
“I hope you are wrong, Margaret. I hope people are kinder and more generous than you
give them credit for. I do not think I could live in the world you choose to see. Politics is not for
me!”
Margaret hugged her sister, “A sign of what God wants for your life, Cristina. But for
mine, I expect affairs of state to continue to be front and centre in my daily life. As much as I
think I would like the peace and quiet of a convent, I do not think that is God’s calling for me.”

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Lying Beneath The AURA Operation Book 1 by Kevin Moran Genre: Science Fiction

Underneath the city lies an advanced society, and its dark secrets could bury her alive. Ayla worries she’ll be stuck waitressing for pennies until she dies. She longs for adventure, for something to save her from the paycheck-to-paycheck life she lives with her long-time boyfriend, Derek, who plays it safe and only half-tolerates her thirst for exploration. With her trusty camera in tow, she explores abandoned buildings, searching for something—anything—interesting. One night, she finds a mysterious trapdoor in an old warehouse which leads to a futuristic society right beneath her feet. This is the adventure she’s been looking for, but the people underground don’t appreciate her intrusion and she quickly finds herself locked up and questioned. They think she’s a spy, their questions are getting more intrusive, and Derek has no idea where she is. Ayla must find a way out of this underground world that’s not at all the adventure she thought she wanted, or she may never see Derek again… Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N * Kobo

Kevin Moran has been writing books since he first learned what a book was. His early drafts were held together with pins, staples, glue and string. His process has since improved and he now publishes with An Ink Mover, LLC. He currently has three works available for purchase. “Lying Beneath” is his latest work and book 1 of the AURA Operation series. It will be available May 5th. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

She kicked the bottom of the door a few times, each time increasing in strength and each time
reconfirming her hollow space theory. She plucked the mini crowbar out of her backpack. Her
fingers traced the edge of the metal sheet again, trying to find a gap. She plunged the crowbar into as
many promising spaces as she could but found nothing more than wiggle room. She tried the top of
the door, too, with about as much success.
After admitting defeat, she turned her back to the steel obstacle and lowered herself to the ground.
She sat on the floor, dropped her crowbar to her side, and held her head in her hands. It killed her
that this mystery haunted her, and all she could do was sit here and come up short, unable to figure
out its secrets.
She curled her knees up to her chest. Derek wouldn’t be happy, and she had felt a little crazy. Now
that it was all for nothing, she felt even more worthless.
A large, heavy sigh escaped her lungs.
Her adventures would be few and far between, and this wasn’t one of them. She slammed her fist
into the door, sending a shock wave up her arm. It hurt, but she had grown numb to being stuck in
the hamster wheel of life. She wanted nothing more than to start a new adventure with the man she
loved, who was currently curled up in bed, blissfully unaware of the ongoing turmoil inside of her.

She loved him and wanted to tell him again, as she now sat alone at the end of a dark, dingy, dead-
end hallway, feeling as small as she ever had.

She was enticed but trapped.
She was intrigued but exhausted.
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
She yelled at the empty space in front of her, picked up the crowbar by her side, and jammed it into
the space between the door and the ground.
Something threw off her balance, like someone had kicked her back support out from behind her,
and she clawed at the dirt walls to keep from falling. She turned around and stood. The door, her
nemesis, had vanished, and in its place was a wall made of a substance with the consistency and
color of strawberry jam. It was shiny and gooey and, by far, the strangest-looking wall she had ever
seen. She staggered backward and nearly fell, too, but caught herself in time. The intimidating, eerie
wall stood there, silently staring at her.
It mocked her.
It dared her.
Is this real?
She inched forward with her flashlight, getting closer to the gel-like wall. An inch away, she paused
and held her breath as she pushed the flashlight forward, sinking it into the wall. The light around
her subsided, leaving the faint red glow of the wall. She pulled her flashlight back out and inspected
it. It seemed fine. She turned it on and off, and it still worked like a normal flashlight.
Am I hallucinating?
She shook her head and took a couple of deep breaths to regain her composure. After begging for
adventure and experiences, she finally faced the unknown and had second thoughts. She dropped
her gloves and forced herself to take a step forward, her hand held out, shaking on its way to the
wall. She pushed it through the gel-like substance and gasped for air.

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Blood Numbers by C.F. Kreitzer Genre: YA Dystopian

There are only two kinds of people left on the earth: Donors and Recipients. Sixteen-year-old Aston Vazeto hates the idea of selling her blood for money and is determined to be the first Donor in New World history to never donate. But after a suspicious accident at her father’s power plant leaves her family diving deeper into poverty, Aston has no other choice except to enter the annual blood auctions, where Recipients bid on the richest blood. With the highest test results ever seen, Aston’s blood becomes the most sought-after in history, and will likely bring a large price at auctions. When her friends are caught tampering with their donations, they are arrested and tortured. Knowing she puts her family’s safety and income at risk Aston takes advantage of an opportunity to escape donation facility drugs meant to keep Donors complacent. Free to feel and free to love she is caught between Gannet, a kind facility technician, and Marcus, a sarcastic rebel like herself. Dancing at Blood Auction Balls and kissing a donor in coat closets under the stairs has Aston confused between joining the uprising she hears rumors about or merely following the life her blood was meant to lead. Goodreads * AmazonBook Trailer: https://youtu.be/TY32Ta-3wdo

I grew up with a pretty normal childhood, running barefoot in the Appalachian mountains, playing with turtles and innocently killing them by leaving them on their backs so I could play house with them again the next day. I don’t think I always dreamed of being an author. It was just something I did. I made up stories about my dead turtles. I named my fingers and let them battle out family feuds. I wrote about myself in my journal when what I wished would happen was better than what actually did (sorry, Mom for the scare. I still promise I never really snuck over to a party and kissed my brothers friend). What a wonderful surprise when something “I just did” suddenly became something others enjoyed. I’m so forever grateful to my publisher for giving me a chance to share my not-so-normal stories with the whole world. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads

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A New Place, Another Murder A Sheridan Hendley Mystery Book 1 by Christa Nardi Genre: Cozy Mystery

Sometimes you need to be careful what you wish for. Pretty much settled into her new home in Appomattox with Brett and his daughter, Sheridan longs for something to keep her busy. That is, until Maddie and her new friend are framed for theft and murder. Not quite the distraction she had hoped for, but she’ll turn over every rock to prove their innocence. In the process, she learns about the powerful Buchanan family and the history of the local community. Will the truth come out before the person calling the shots takes Sheridan and Maddie out of the picture? Goodreads * Amazon

Dogs and More Dogs, Another Murder A Sheridan Hendley Mystery Book 2

An abandoned house, an abundance of dogs. And a dead body or two. Sheridan Hendley’s volunteer position at Pets and Paws takes a new turn when more than twenty malnourished dogs are found at a rundown house on the outskirts of town. When the body of an elderly woman is found amidst mountains of clutter in the house, a search of the property leads to startling revelations. And another body. While Herman Stoneham’s death is deemed natural causes, his wife’s is not. Where did all the dogs come from and who’s responsible for Justine’s untimely death? Are the two connected? With dogs and murder at stake, Sheridan can’t help but get involved in the investigation. Goodreads * Amazon

Old Friends and New, Another Murder A Sheridan Hendley Mystery Book 3

A touch of nostalgia, a murder, and good friends. When a former colleague is implicated in his neighbor’s demise, Sheridan Hendley returns to Cold Creek to prove his innocence. Annoying as Max can be, she can’t imagine the quirky professor is capable of murder. Unfortunately, not everyone shares her opinion. Of course, it doesn’t help that Max threatened his neighbor in a public place soon before the man was murdered. Or that the victim’s drug shipments had a habit of turning up on Max’s doorstep. Goodreads * Amazon

Christa Nardi is an accomplished author of cozy mysteries. Christa’s background is in higher education and psychology, much as her protagonist, Sheridan Hendley in the Cold Creek mystery series. She has always loved mysteries – reading them, writing them, and solving them. Christa is a member of Sisters in Crime. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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