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The Chosen Sector C Volume 1 by Nina Soden Genre: Urban Fantasy

Set in a futuristic dystopian where society is governed by a council of vampires and lycanthropes, selection students are sheltered and raised in a deceptively utopian world. Strict rules are imposed to control population growth, education, and even personal interactions with other members of the Sector, all in the name of safety. When ‘A’ comes of age, she like all youth throughout Sector C and her selection classmates aren’t sent out into the world to find jobs, make money and lead happy carefree lives. They are forced to endure the rigorous physical and mental testing of Selection Week before choosing their destiny or being forced into a fate far worse. Those that make it out alive are announced as sector residence, given a position within the society, and allotted all the privileges of their chosen “culture.” However, when your only choices are vampirism, lycanthropy, breeder, blood donor, or banishment to the Wastelands, what choice do you really have? Suspenseful, intense, passionate, and awash in paranormal delights, Sector C captures the enchantment and mysteries of the supernatural world and the power of friendship. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

The Hunted Sector C Volume 2

In the future, most of the world is governed by a council of vampires and lycanthropes. Sector residents are offered the freedom to live as they desire provided they stay and abide by the laws handed down. After being jolted awake by the blaring screech of the sector alarm, Zelina is dragged from her bed, gagged, and tied to a chair. Confronted with the brutal murder of one of her former classmates, she realizes that all eyes are on her as the primary suspect. Whether she was involved or not doesn’t matter. In the eyes of most sector residents, and most Council Members, Zelina is already a pariah—feared for the powers she will certainly come to possess. For she is the first human known to have both vampire and lycanthrope blood flowing through her veins. Zelina will find herself on a gripping adventure that will take her beyond the borders she’s known all her life in an attempt to save those she loves—and herself from becoming The Hunted. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

The Bridge Sector C Volume 3

Change is happening all around Zelina and with it a prophesy is revealed. Is Zelina the key to unlocking a new way of existing on earth? What will she do when she discovers the true monsters of Sector C – the darkness that feeds off of the fear and the unknowing. Will she be able to suspend her own disbelief about what is possible and secure a new future? With the help of Merick, a motley crew of defectors, and a host of unexpected allies, Zelina bridges space and time in an attempt to bring forth a new future for all sentient beings. Join Zelina, Merick, and the others as they discover the power of the prophesy and their parts in setting their stagnant world free. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * B&N

I have always been creative, be it art, theatre, film – anything but singing – you don’t want to hear that! I earned her bachelor’s degree in Theatre and Military Science from EMU where I spent most of my time either on stage, rappelling down buildings, or working one of three jobs. After college, I moved to Los Angeles, like so many other want-to-be actors, in pursuit of my dreams. I worked to pay the bills… but my love was acting and I was actually somewhat successful, mostly in commercials and independent films and I had a great time doing it. In 2008, after some major life changes, I self-published her first book PRIVATE WORDS UNSPOKEN, a compilation of poetry. Since then, my dreams have gotten bigger and I would like to think my storytelling ability has gotten better. I have done everything from secretarial work to business development to being the Director of a private preschool. I have fired an M16, jumped out of a C130, and given birth – TWICE – but I always return to my art. Though I’ll forever be a Michigan girl at heart, I now live in the South with my husband and two beautiful children. If I’m not working on my latest story, you can find me lounging with a good book, playing with my kids, or indulging in my unhealthy addiction to Starbucks coffee. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * YouTube * Amazon * Goodreads

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The Rebels of Caer City Mara of the League Book 2 by Thomas M. Kane Genre: Fantasy

Throughout five years at a strict boarding school, Mara has turned to her friend Annie-Rose for comfort. Now Annie has disappeared. Mara teams up with two other students – bold Gretchen and soft-spoken Ginny — to find her missing friend. Together, Mara, Gretchen and Ginny take on a conspiracy involving some of the most dangerous people in their world. Goodreads * Amazon

The Witches of Crannock Dale Mara of the League Book 1

When an enemy army threatens eleven-year old Mara’s home, she makes up her mind to save her family, one way or another. But when the knights protecting her village arrest her favorite aunt for witchcraft, she discovers that the difference between friend and foe may not be as obvious as she once thought. This is a story of war and espionage, set in a low fantasy world. It is also about a child getting to know her mother and father in a new way. Goodreads * Amazon

Thomas M. Kane is a fantasy author living high on a wooded hilltop. He taught international relations at a British university for close to twenty years and brings his insights concerning real-life war and politics into his fiction. He takes a character-based approach to writing, paying attention to his protagonists’ personal relationships and inner lives. Website * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

Our school dresses were slate gray, at least there was that. No one walking by on the clifftops was likely
to look down and spot us in the gloom. The sun was going down behind the cliffs, and shadows were
reaching for the sea. A breaker swept toward us, crested, and fell back with a growl. My friends and I
were, I noted with relief, the only people on the beach.
Despite the darkness, I felt exposed, hemmed in between the surf and the cliffsides. The path up the
cliffs was at least a quarter of a mile behind us. Ahead, the stony shoreline stretched on for perhaps
three more miles. And if we continued to the end of the beach, I thought, and rounded Turnbow Head,
we would come to the Caer City docks. That was hardly the place for three seventeen-year-old St.
Alexander’s girls to be after dark.
Gretchen led the way, splashing through a tidepool. Ginny hesitated. Then she lifted her skirts to her
knees and followed. I took the rear, pausing occasionally to glance at the clifftops, and at our route back
to the path.
“Here we are, people.” Gretchen stepped up on a seaworn boulder and faced us. Masses of seaweed
clung to the stone beneath her feet. My father had been a sailor, and he once told me that the kind of
seaweed grasping at our feet is called knotted wrack. I thought of knots, and of the rack. I was in that
kind of mood.
Gretchen looked at me. “Well, Mara, you said you wanted to see the place for yourself. What do you
think?”
All of us turned and gazed at the limestone precipice to our west. The cliffs rose to a peak a good two
hundred feet above our heads. A lone tree stood at the top of the cliff, its leafless branches sloping back
from the sea. The smell of knotted wrack hung in the air.
Ginny shuddered. “I don’t like it.”
“If Annie jumped here, that was the end of her.” Gretchen shook her head. “Holy, heavenly Belthor.”
“If she jumped here, it would have killed her.” I felt a horrible lump in my throat. “But . . . but look at that.”
I turned my head to glance at the sea. “The water is a good twenty yards from the cliffside. And the tide
was full when we got to the beach. Mistress Franklin said she jumped at dawn. The tide was out then—
there’s an almanac in the school library—I checked.”
“So, what are you saying, girl?
“I’m saying there’s no way she would have ended up in the ocean. She would have hit the rocks, and the
city watch would have found her body.”
“You say that girl—” Gretchen gazed at me for a moment. “Maybe she lay there for a while and the tide
came in?”
“No. I mean, not if Headmistress Franklin told us the truth. The headmistress said the clamdiggers saw
her while she was still alive. It was dawn then, and the watch started looking for her right afterward.”
“So . . . what do you think happened?” To my ears, Gretchen’s voice had taken on a needling tone.
“I have no idea.” I felt as if Gretchen had been trying to force me to confess that, and I was cross about
having to gratify her. “But I think the headmistress lied to us. I think Pastor Avery lied to us. Everyone is
lying to us—”

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After the Sky Spirits of the Earth Book 1 by Milo James Fowler Genre: Post-Apocalyptic SciFi Fantasy

The world isn’t how they left it. When the bunker airlocks release them after twenty years in hibernation, the survivors find a silent, barren world outside. But they are not alone. There is a presence here, alive in the dust—spirits of the earth, benevolent and malicious as they interact with the human remnant. Milton is haunted by a violent past he’s unable to escape, despite the superhuman speed the spirits give him. Not interested in bearing the next generation, Daiyna is determined to destroy the flesh-eating mutants lurking in the dark, pierced by her night-vision. Luther is a man of conviction who believes the Creator has offered humankind a second chance, yet he’s uncertain they deserve it—and he’s perplexed by the talons that flex out of his fingers. Willard is a brilliant engineer-turned-soldier who refuses to leave his bunker, afraid of becoming infected and willing to destroy any obstacle in his way. As their lives collide, the mysteries of this strange new world start unraveling, culminating in the ultimate life-or-death decision one survivor will make for them all. Don’t miss this Post Apocalyptic Adventure with a Paranormal Fantasy twist! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, T.W. Piperbrook, and The Walking Dead.** Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

Tomorrow’s Children Spirits of the Earth Book 2

The future is in their hands. The post-apocalyptic world is bigger than the remnant imagined. Across the ocean, the domed cities of Eurasia have survived the nuclear holocaust that ravaged the rest of the planet. But only the survivors from the North American Wastes can give the sterile Eurasians what they need most in order to continue existing as a society: children. Sergeant James Bishop, United World Marine, leads his team across the desert wasteland in order to make first contact with survivors in Eden, who are rumored to have a lab full of viable embryos. Meanwhile Cain, a coastal warlord dedicated to repopulating the planet, follows the will of Gaia, a malicious spirit of the earth with no love for humankind. Margo, telepathic geneticist responsible for designing the next generation, struggles to balance the will of a selfish dictator with what’s best for humanity. Tucker, an invisible man on a mission, carries precious cargo across the Wastes in an effort to rally a group of survivors into action against Eden. As their lives intersect, agendas collide and tensions reach a breaking point. Twenty unborn children in incubation chambers hang in the balance—along with the fate of the world. Grab the thrilling sequel to After the Sky! It’s perfect for fans of Stephen King, Tom Abrahams, and The Walking Dead.Goodreads * Amazon

City of Glass Spirits of the Earth Book 3

The children of the remnant are adults living in the 10 Domes of Eurasia, self-sustaining biospheres along the Mediterranean Sea. Aerocars fly, clones work as security officers, and every citizen’s words and actions are monitored via their neural implants. Peace reigns over all—until a group of terrorists targets government buildings, and Chancellor Persephone Hawthorne is kidnapped. Sera Chen, Dome 1 law enforcer, is drawn into the conflict after chasing a curfew violator capable of leaping from one skyscraper to another. When her augments go offline due to a localized EMP burst, she starts hearing voices. The band of survivors in North America is fractured. Daiyna roams the Wastes with a bounty on her head, refusing to confront her demons. Samson and Shechara target UW raiders who are pillaging ruins for resources the remnant needs to survive. James Bishop struggles against unexpected obstacles to be reunited with his family. And Luther is determined to find a way into Eurasia to meet the twenty children taken from Eden. As their lives converge, unlikely alliances will form to combat an emergent enemy with plans to undermine the course of humanity’s future. The Spirits of the Earth Trilogy concludes with this epic final installment. You won’t want to miss this!Goodreads * Amazon

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“You’ll be sorry!”
Jackson spits blood and drags his beard across the sleeve of his blue jumpsuit, leaving a
trail of crimson. He stands over me with big fists clenched, knuckles spattered.
“You knew it could be any one of us, Milton.”
I pull myself away from him, my battered body sliding across the slick concrete of the
storeroom floor. My mouth works to speak, slurring.
“Why?”
“It’s a random draw, Milton. Always is.”
I wish it was. It should have been.
“Why her?” I manage, shaking my head to clear the flashing pinpoints of light.
“It was her turn.” Jackson shrugs like it’s just that simple.
I sob like a child, impotent rage dissolving into whimpers. The coppery tang of my own
blood oozes thick from both nostrils, mixing with the sand and ash—
I jerk upright with a start, spitting to clear my mouth. For a moment, I don’t know where I
am. I look for Jackson, for Julia—they were right there with me in the bunker.
Not anymore.
I’m the only one here now. Outside. Free.
I’ll never get used to the silence.
Dawn’s golden fire breaks across the eastern horizon and crawls along a massive ridge of
mountains in the distance. They look like sleeping giants, lying on their backs. Dark, with only
their profiles aflame, they wait with craggy jaws and protruding bellies for the full light of day to
awaken them from their slumber. Part of me wishes they’d rise up and greet me with a yawn. I
speak to them sometimes, but I know they won’t respond.
I’m not crazy. Not yet.

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Maris The Brotherhood Files Book 1 by Isaiyan Morrison Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy

She gave me her blood, and my life changed forever. Anastasia. My sire. The only influential figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She caused all the pain and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her everything. After all, she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for the psychic energy contained in the blood of my victims. But now vampires hunt me and the humans want to use me as their personal weapon. They believe I’m some apotropaic figurine that can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where we belong. Me? I just want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only one I can damn is myself. Goodreads * Amazon

Remy The Brotherhood Files Book 2

For Deamhan, revenge is the best dish of all. In 1840s Paris, vampires aren’t just at the throats of humans. Split into two warring factions, Dorvo vampires wage war against the Deamhan, their paranormal cousins created by dark magic and who feed on the psychic energy of their human victims. In this strange new world, Remy, a bourgeoisie, is sired as a Deamhan by Julian. But the intoxicating rush of becoming a powerful psychic vampire is soon eclipsed by the presence of Ruby, a beautiful yet elusive Dorvo vampire. Betrayed by his own, Ruby feeds his undesirable urge to have his revenge against Julian and the rest of the Deamhan. But he doesn’t know if he can trust Ruby. She may have given him his freedom, but she’s still the enemy who has vowed to vanquish the Deamhan, the very same Deamhan that betrayed him. Now it’s up to Remy to decide who to trust — and who to destroy. In Remy, The Brotherhood Files, author Isaiyan Morrison presents a paranormal urban fantasy about fractured relationships, mistrust, and forgiveness. Here in the City of Love, it’s anything but, as Remy’s caught between two warring sides who both want him gone. Will his desire for revenge cloud his judgment? Or will he figure out who he can trust once and for all? In this wild journey from the graveyard and through the dark alleys and cobblestoned streets of Paris, Remy is both hunter…and prey. Goodreads * Amazon

A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis. Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved pit bull. She’s the author of The Deamhan Chronicles and the novel, Old Farmer’s Road. Be sure to sign up for her Newsletter to be notified of Isaiyan’s newest releases! https://BookHip.com/LNKFHFWebsite * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * Newsletter

The bond I had with Jesse grew stronger, reminding me of my own bond with Finley. At night,
we became an unstoppable force and whatever differences we had dematerialized in the wind. He
loved picking out who he considered to be the perfect humans in the crowd. Sometimes he would
coo up to these women and the men, offering them free alcohol.
One hot summer night Jesse bought a white chiffon deco styled flapper dress with rhinestone
studs complete with white Cuban heels, convinced that this was the new fashion among human
women and I had to look my best. Fully dressed, I gazed in the mirror, mesmerized about how
human I now looked. I thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. He handed me a small compact mirror
and some makeup and I dabbed away my facial scar. I always wore my mother’s amulet but this time
he begged me to leave it at home.
Again, we had our own private booth near the back and we watched these humans dance,
spinning each other around to the music. I enjoyed the sounds of horns blasting my ears along with
the smell of blood in the air. We paid close attention to the human actions. When they clapped, we
clapped. When they cheered, we cheered.
“That dress looks beautiful on you,” Jesse said to me.
I smiled at him. “Not in a million years did I think I would find myself enjoying this environment
and wearing the latest fashions.”
“Neither did I but here we are,” he said to me, smiling back. “I’m curious. What did you see
yourself doing?”

“I couldn’t see myself living past the new century,” I replied. “I thought I’d die from tuberculosis
in London.”
His smile withered. “Why would you think that?”
I faced him. “My mother was a prostitute and I followed in her footsteps. Women have short life
spans in that type of lifestyle.”
“So is that how you got that?” Slowly he raised his hand and he placed it against the left side of
my face.
I looked away. I never mentioned my scar to him and he never asked me, until now. “Vampires.”
He dropped his hand. “Vampires?”
“It’s not important.” I didn’t have enough fingers on both hands to count how many people had
hurt me in both my human and Deamhan life. I didn’t want him to know about the vampires and
why I was important to them. I quickly changed the subject. “I’ve never asked you this but why did
you start boxing?” I realized that I didn’t know anything about Jesse’s human life, his parents, his
siblings if any. Again, I never bothered to ask. “You don’t seem like the type who would participate
in something like that.”
“My father was—” He stopped himself. “My father is an English teacher and my mother stays at
home, drinking afternoon tea with other bored and sad married women.”
“Your father is a smart man, then?” My eyes lit up.
“Yes, he is. On the other hand my mother, well, she just likes to gossip and buy expensive
things.”
“Did you not enjoy your family life?” I asked.
“I was bored,” he replied. “I wanted to do more with my life.” His eyes left my view for a
moment. “My family is very wealthy, Maris. My mother inherited her parents’ fortune. I was raised
around servants in a home big enough to fit 100 people. It was lonely. I was lonely.”
I wanted to feel sorry for him but I didn’t experience the life he had before being a Deamhan.
“So hitting other men with your fists sounded more exciting?”
“That was my only escape.”
“You could’ve just purchased your way out of Chicago.”
“Yes, but what good would that have done?” A solemn expression appeared on his face. “Money
doesn’t always make you happy, Maris.”
“It made Finley and me happy,” I replied.
“Yes, that’s true, but it won’t last forever and you and I know that we have forever.”
“So, what makes you happy?” It was the same question Ruby asked me a long time ago.
“You.” He grabbed my hand. “You make me happy.”
I stared into his eyes. “Blood doesn’t make you happy?”
“Blood fills my hunger but no, it doesn’t make me happy. I can feed and not be happy.” He
laughed. “What makes you happy?”
I wanted to tell him that he and Finley filled that desire. Swiftly, he planted his lips over mine and
I felt a hot flash tingle in my throat. In quick speed I pushed him away.
“What are you doing?”
With his elbows supporting his upper body, he looked up at me and smiled. “What do you mean?
I was kissing you.”
“I know but… why?”
“Kissing you would make me happy.” He quickly grabbed the edge of my dress and pulled us
further down into our booth. This time I didn’t push him away as he kissed me again. With his teeth
exposed he nicked my neck and I responded by placing my hand around his throat, tilting his head
to the side, and biting into his neck. I questioned my actions but I didn’t want to stop. We couldn’t
feed from each other but the idea of doing so proved enough to make me want to try. I wanted his

blood in me as he wanted my blood in him. He bit into my neck and I felt a sharp quick pain. His
thoughts twirled inside my head. I love you, Maris.

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