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Finding Perdita by April Grey Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy

Fairy Tales can come true, it can happen to you…Run! Down on her luck and out-of-work, actress Cindy White’s life changes for the worse when her roommate kicks her out. Landing in new digs in an old Chelsea tenement Cindy discovers a tunnel to the land of Perdita, a place she’d thought her father had made up in the fairy tales he’d once told her. A dangerous, ruined place of fairies, demons and captives, like her father who she thought was dead. In this dark fantasy, a young woman discovers her true self and must align it with the old in leaving the world she knows behind in an effort to free her father. Goodreads * Amazon

April Grey’s short stories are collected in The Fairy Cake Bakeshop and in I’ll Love You Forever. She is also the author of two urban fantasy novels: Chasing the Trickster and it’s sequel, St. Nick’s Favor. She edited the anthologies: Hell’s Bells: Wicked Tunes, Mad Musicians and Cursed Instruments; Hell’s Garden: Mad, Bad and Ghostly Gardeners, Hell’s Grannies: Kickass Tales of the Crone and last year’s, Hell’s Kitties and Other Beastly Beasts. She and her family live in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC in a building next to a bedeviled garden. Gremlins, sprites or pixies, something mischievous, lurks therein. Someday she’ll find out. Please visit www.aprilgrey.blogspot for her latest news. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Amazon * Goodreads

She stripped out of her wet clothes and ran a bath. In the note Sadie said to use up whatever was
in the apartment. So be it. One of the old style cabinets revealed a collection of booze and there
was soda in the fridge. With a medicinal rum and coke in hand, Cindy eased into the steaming
tub.
A furious thumping on the front door roused her from her peace. Knocking? More like the men
in blue had decided on an unannounced raid. “Hold your horses.” Cindy, wrapped in a towel,
headed through the kitchen to find out who was making such a noise.
“Sadie, hurry up I got news,” came a bass voice from the other side of the door.
“She’s not here. What do you want?”
Silence for a long minute.
“Who in blazing hell are you?”
Well, with that attitude Mister Voice could stay where he was in the hallway.
“I’m the sub-lessee. Now go away. You can ask the Weird Sisters what’s going on.”
“You let me in this moment. You’re in danger and you’ve got to get out.”
“Nice try, buster. I’m not buying it.” She heard footsteps leaving.
It was getting dark out, yet the kitchen clock said it was only 4:10 in the afternoon. After getting
dressed in a semi-dry tee and shorts, Cindy searched through Sadie’s store of snack foods. The
nacho-flavored Doritos looked good.
Bag in hand, she froze when she heard a key in the lock. Too late, she ran to put the chain on the
door. He was in. Oh my, he was a big one. He looked like an escapee from the World Wrestling
Federation. She took a frying pan from the stovetop and held it over her head with the bag of
Doritos clutched to her breast.
“What are you planning to do? Poison me?” He nodded at the Doritos. He was taller than Josh’s
six feet one. He had about 20 pounds on Josh, all in muscle. His black tee displayed rippled
biceps. His reddish-gold hair, mustache and sideburns made him look like a cross between a
Confederate Rebel and a 70’s rock musician. She held the frying pan higher. He slid past her. “I
don’t know what you’re planning, but I like my eggs over easy.” A comedian.
“Get out.” Cindy waved the pan.
“We need to talk. I don’t know what Sadie told you, but this place isn’t safe and she shouldn’t
have involved you.”
Cindy stayed near the open door still holding her weapon.
“Go ahead, talk.” Cindy lay the bag of Doritos on the kitchen counter only to have them snatched
up by the stranger. He ripped them open. With a wink he held half the nachos from the bag in
his bear-like paw. In the living room he plopped down, taking up the entire couch.
“How much did Sadie tell you?” he said with a mouthful of neon orange-colored crunchy corn
triangles.
“Thor, she doesn’t know anything.” Cindy whipped around to see her neighbor, Leo, standing in
the hallway.
“Tor? Like a granite outcropping?” Cindy asked.
“No, Thor like the god.” The intruder smirked. “The “h” is silent―It’s the Scandinavian
pronunciation, unlike the Marvel movies.”

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That Voodoo That You Do Chateau Rouge Book 1 by Jolie St. Amant Genre: Paranormal Romance

Three love stories. One enchanting weekend in New Orleans. The Chateau Rouge Hotel in New Orleans is rumored to be a haunted hotel. It hides secrets and stories within its walls, tales that lure guests from all over the world. It seems this enchanting hotel is still up to its old tricks, igniting the flames of romance while subtly nudging reluctant lovers to fall into the hands of fate. Will Josey’s love survive the test of time, despite being doomed from the start? Can Julien melt Hannah’s cold heart, allowing her to see that love is right in front of her? And will Chloe find the home and love she’s been looking for all her life? Dream a Little Dream of Me As a two hundred year old vampire in New Orleans, Josey has seen her share of stories. However, none are as tragic as her own. She falls in love with the same man only to have him die in her arms each time. Afraid of history repeating itself, Josey decides to push him away. However, Archer won’t be easily deterred. He’s determined to pursue her, no matter the cost. What if this time it’s different? Is there a chance for them to change their destiny? Or will this time destroy them all? Hard Hearted Hannah All work and no play, that’s how Hannah Montgomery likes her life. That is, until company photographer, Julien, accompanies her to New Orleans for a music festival. This dimpled Cajun with an easy smile and laid back attitude has the potential to be a complication to her well-organized existence. Hannah tries everything to keep her distance from Julien, but seems to fail every time. It’s as if something–or someone–keeps pushing them together. Is it the allure of the sultry South? The romance of the Crescent City? Or is the enchanting Chateau Rouge working its spell on these two lovers? A Kiss to Build a Dream On Chloe Devereaux arrives at the Chateau Rouge ready to leave her old life, and cheating husband, behind. The magic and mystery of the town captivates her, and soon sends her on an adventure leading her to former high school classmate, Jared Peterson. Jared was crazy about Chloe in school. Her relationship with Chandler Montgomery had always kept her out of his reach. Now, seeing her in New Orleans and alone, Jared sees this as his chance at something his seventeen year old self had only imagined. Chloe, finally experiencing the excitement of freedom, is not ready to jump into a relationship. Will Jared be able to convince her that love can be the most exhilarating feeling of all? Buy now to start reading the series readers are calling “captivating”, “intriguing”, and “unique”.Goodreads * Amazon

Jolie St. Amant fell in love with all things New Orleans after reading Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice. Now, a frequent visitor to the Crescent City, she can often be found getting inspiration from ghost tours, or sipping cafe au lait at Cafe du Monde. Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

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Heaven-Sent Highlander Warriors in Bronze Book 2 by Nancy Lee Badger Genre: Paranormal Romance

A Scottish Highlander falls in battle only to awaken beside bronze statues at a present-day museum. Befriended by a beautiful Fae creature and her allies, he must defeat a demon or die. At an American museum, surrounded by Auguste Rodin’s bronze statues, a Scottish Fae beauty is at a crossroads. Now that Gwendolyn’s friends are engaged, and the demon they fought vanquished, should she return home? After committing a terrible act, she could not explain to her cousin why she had appeared on his doorstep. Alexander awoke in darkness inside a bronze statue, remembering how the green of Scotland’s Culloden field had turned red with blood that day in 1746. Had he died before awakening nude and sightless in front of strangers in present-day Raleigh, North Carolina? The mystery of how was overshadowed by why. Told that another warrior awoke when a demon threatened to take over the world, had a second demon escaped Hell? When the demon appears and demands Gwen join him, Alex must use all his new skills, weapons, and Heaven-sent powers to keep her and the world safe. Goodreads * Amazon

Nancy Lee Badger grew up in Huntington on New York’s Long Island, where school field trips to lofty museums were the norm. After attending Plymouth State, in New Hampshire, she earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Art Education and met and married her college sweetheart. They raised two handsome sons in Rumney, New Hampshire, where Nancy volunteered as an EMT and firefighter while working full-time. When the children had left the nest, and shoveling show became a chore, she retired from her satisfying job as a 9-1-1 Emergency Medical Dispatcher and moved with her husband to North Carolina, where she writes full-time. Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, and the Triangle Association of Freelancers. She loves to travel and attend Scottish Highland Games and is never far from her laptop. She finds story ideas in the most unusual places. Website * Blog * Facebook * Twitter * InstagramBookbub * Pinterest * Amazon * Goodreads

His face was a bruised mess, and his hair still had leaves entwined in the strands. His voice
was like a sorcerer’s . . . low and too pleasant to ignore. Why would he want me to stay?
“Lass,” he said, chuckling, “why else would a man wish a woman to stay? There be a verra
soft bed and darkness to conquer.”
“Now you sound more like the man I ran away from, not too long ago. He wanted me to lie
with him, as well. I choose who. I choose when. Do you understand?” As her voice rose, she
stepped away.
He grew closer, and she could smell the forest on his skin. She gave him a gentle shove,
pushing him inside the room. His hand whipped out for balance and smacked against her breasts.
“Heaven above! Take care, warrior, or you will sleep the sleep of the dead!”
“My pardon. I seem to keep missing the mark. I meant to drag ye close, and kiss ye, but I
am a fumbling idjit.” His shoulders slumped again, and he shuffled farther into the room.
“Wait. I did not mean to sound like such a shrew.”
He turned, but did not quite meet her gaze. “Ye are no’ a wee mouse-like beastie.”
“A figure of speech. Sorry.”
“May I share a kiss?”
Could a simple kiss goodnight hurt? She had felt pain from many aspects of lovemaking,
but . . .
“I would never do anything to harm ye, lass.”
Before she could answer, Alex slid a muscular arm around her waist, and drew her into his
chest, then into the room. Both hands slid up her sides, as if he was following a roadmap like the
ones she and Sam had learned to read. When one hand cupped the back of her head, he drew her
to his mouth, and settled his lips against hers. His touch was gentle and his lips were soft and
warm. A click meant the door had closed.

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A Knight to Celebrate New Camelot Prequel by Barbara Russell Genre: YA Arthurian Steampunk Fantasy Romance

Nathair and two other fellow cadets of the Sir Lancelot’s Academy for Knights are pulling a prank on the ladies of Lady Guinevere’s Academy for Damsels. After the ladies filled the cadets’ quivers with honey, it’s only fair that the cadets return the favour. **Only .99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon

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Knights are supposed to rescue damsels. That’s the natural order. So when Nathair, a knight in training, finds himself rescued by the princess he’s supposed to save, he’s annoyed. And when the princess proves she can fight like a knight? Well, that’s enough for a boy to think about a career change. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Kobo

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After fighting dragons, wild Vikings, and clockwork monsters, Nathair is facing the biggest challenge of his life: proposing to Bryhannon. Apparently, flowers and a three-month salary worth ring aren’t enough because she doesn’t seem thrilled by the proposal. She has a devastating power to control, Reapers to face, and more importantly she has to find the courage to tell Nathair that she’s a Morrigan. Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Kobo

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Nathair hadn’t planned to end his last day at Sir Lancelot’s Academy for Knights getting
caught cheating on his final examination. Especially since the cheating had been a
misunderstanding. The incriminating piece of parchment was still in his best friend’s extended
hand. General Baldwin loomed over Nathair in his emerald uniform, one eyebrow arched in
disappointment.
“Sir, I wasn’t—” Nathair started, standing at his desk.
“Don’t even try, Locksbay.” General Baldwin held up a hand to silence him. “The situation
is clear enough. I’ve caught your friend Tristan red-handed passing you that piece of paper with
the correct Numeracy answers. Cheating is not only against the academy rules, but the Knights’
Honor Code as well.”
Ouch. That hurts. Nathair wasn’t a cheater. He was an average student maybe, but never
a cheater. He bit down the remark and ignored his fellow cadets whispering and giggling behind
his back. They leaned forward on their wooden desks, heads turning from him to the general
like in a game of stool-ball. Many cadets would enjoy seeing the only russet-skinned boy at the
academy being publicly scolded.
Tristan of Greystone stood and bowed to the general. His blond hair swished about his
shoulders. “General Baldwin, it’s my fault. It was my idea to help Nathair. I knew he needed help
with Numeracy, and I thought to pass him the answers. He didn’t ask me anything.”
That was true, and swyve. Tristan excelled at many things—he was the academy’s top
cadet—but persuading people was his most honed skill. His confident tone, reassuring smile,
and bright blue eyes could soothe the most inveterate criminal into turning himself in.
General Baldwin waved a dismissive hand. “You can sit down, Greystone, and keep
going with your examination, but I’ll take fifty points off your final score for breaking the rules.”
Tristan did as told, casting an apologetic glance at Nathair.
General Baldwin took Nathair’s test and scanned it. “Let’s see why you wanted
Greystone’s intervention.”
When his’ gray eyebrows shot up, Nathair smelled trouble. He didn’t need the mind-

reading power of the mind-wrens to guess what the general was thinking. The bell echoed in the
high-vaulted ceiling of the Training Hall, and Nathair exhaled. Chairs scraped back against the
wooden floor.
Now he was done for.
“Locksbay,” General Baldwin’s voice sounded stern, “…follow me to my office.”
“Of course, sir.” He collected his quill, parchments, and ink bottle and stuffed them in his
bag.
“Sorry,” Tristan whispered. “I’ll wait for you here.”
With heavy feet, Nathair followed the man who might expel him. He swallowed hard,
thinking about his mentor. What would Ewhen say when he heard about this? Nathair shuffled
behind the general along the Champions’ Corridor lined with famous knights’ suits of armor.
They headed to the eastern tower of the castle toward the mechanical winch.
Before entering the narrow cabin that would lift him up to the third floor, Nathair hesitated.
Traveling suspended by an iron cable wasn’t his idea of a safe trip. In comparison, the
clockwork stairs, despite the grinding noise of the steps winding up, seemed safer. Nathair
stepped inside the cabin and shoved his hands in his blue cloak pockets, while the winch coiled
up with a grinding of metal against stone. From a gap between two metal plates, he caught a
glimpse of rotating wheels and pumping pistons.
Once at the landing, Nathair trudged toward General Baldwin’s office. The oak door
closed behind them with a thud. The room had four floor-to-ceiling windows, a high-vaulted
ceiling, and a fireplace that resembled a dragon’s open jaw. Despite the size of the room,
Nathair’s chest constricted. He breathed in the familiar smell. The musty scent of old
parchments mingled with that of the armchairs’ worn leather.
“Sit.” General Baldwin sat on his throne-like chair.
Nathair groaned and dropped down onto one of the stuffed chairs. No chance this would
be quick.
General Baldwin scanned Nathair’s test, his eyes darting up and down. “You have
twenty-five points. It’s not good enough, but it’s not an excuse to cheat either.”
He didn’t reply. He’d rather take the blame than involve Tristan. Besides, telling the truth

wouldn’t change his score.
General Baldwin drummed his fingers on the desk. “What happened? You were a good
student. Not the finest, but decent. This,” he gestured at the paper, “is not what I’d have
expected from you, and I’m not talking about today’s examination.” He opened a drawer and
pulled out a leather folder fat with parchments. He unfastened the string and spread them out.
Nathair gripped the armrests.
“I had a look at your tests and assignments, and I’m very disappointed.” General Baldwin
flipped through the stack of papers. “In your last Wildlife and Wild-flora test you scored an
Insufficient, same thing with Music and Courteous Conversation.”
He shook his head. A sickening lump crawled into his stomach. Please, anything but
Poetry.
“For example, Poetry.” As General Baldwin read, his frown deepened. “Dame Puddifoot
wrote only one word about your poetic skills: hopeless. What is your obsession with cats? Cats
are all over your poems. You must love them.”
Hardly. Cat rhymed with everything: fat, hat, sat, bat, mat—the possibilities were endless.
“And I see no extracurricular skills or activities.” He stared at Nathair.
He wiped his hands on the trousers of his uniform and pulled back a curled strand of his
chestnut hair. Call it a hunch but breaking into Lady Guinevere’s Damsels Academy using
nothing but two knives probably wasn’t an extracurricular skill the general would be interested
in, but then someone had to release those greasy pigs into Lady Guinevere’s dormitory. Last
week, the ladies had filled the cadets’ quivers with honey. It was only sensible that the cadets
returned the favor, and Tristan needed help to sneak into the rooms of his many girlfriends.
“Well?” General Baldwin prompted.
“I don’t have much time for extra activities, sir.”
“Anyway, I might agree that Music and Poetry aren’t essential for a knight, but an
Unsatisfactory in Swordsmanship and Defensive Strategy is inexcusable. You’ve excelled in
them until recently. Ewhen’s always praised your fighting skills and resilience. What’s going on
with you?”
He loosened his jacket’s collar. “I…my family had problems this winter.”

“What problems?”
“My sister got the water-elf disease.”
General Baldwin’s jaw dropped. “Was it serious?”
“Her lungs were affected.” Nathair fussed with his cloak. “The healer’s fee was exorbitant,
and my mother couldn’t hire a worker for the harvest. I had to help her.”
Not that his mother had asked for his help. She wanted Nathair to focus on his studies. In
fact, they’d had a furious fight. Still, he’d worked tirelessly on the field. The cuts and bruises
covering his hands didn’t come from combat practice. The hours spent plowing and tilling had
taken their toll.
“Did your mother ask for a loan?” General Baldwin asked.
“She did.” Nathair’s eyes narrowed. “They wanted forty percent interest.”
General Baldwin tilted his head. “What? That’s robbery. Your mother is being treated like
a witch. The reason?”
“They said that…” Anger and shame swept through Nathair. He squirmed on the chair as
if he were sitting on hot coals. At least he would be eighteen soon and the official owner of their
land. “They don’t trust a russet-skinned woman of the Snake clan, and she was lucky that
Ewhen is our landowner. Otherwise, the Wizarding Council would’ve already confiscated our
land. Unless we pay the debt in a month, they’ll take our farm, and my mother’s permit to stay in
New Camelot will be revoked.”
If his mother were expelled from the city, he’d follow her into the Snake Mountains where
her people lived. New Camelot was his home. He’d been born here. All he knew about the
Snake people was that they were dark-skinned and worshiped a half-woman, half-snake
goddess. He didn’t even speak their tongue.
“I’m not surprised. The war against the Snake people has gone on for too long—like the
war against the Saxons and the Goths, and now we’re on the edge of a war with the Romans.”
General Baldwin rose and paced. “Did you tell the moneylenders about your father and how
your mother is a hardworking, law-abiding citizen? I guess they don’t care.” He stopped pacing.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I might’ve helped.”
Nathair scuffed his boots on the marble floor. “I thought I could handle it.”

“Pride is a knight’s trait, but you should’ve told me. Now I can’t do anything. Tomorrow,
when the High Wizard assigns you your quest, you’ll be on your own. Besides, I have to inform
him of your attempt at cheating, which means your quest will be harder. After the last Wizarding
Council’s decree, I’m afraid that…” He fell silent and waved a hand. “Never mind. You’ll know
soon enough.”
“Even if I fail tomorrow, I can try next year, right?” He wouldn’t graduate with Tristan, but
next year he’d study hard, and his final examination would be better.
General Baldwin paled. “Er…well, that’s the rule…for now.” He turned to the mantelpiece
and straightened the shield of the order of the Swan. Always brave, always faithful, always a
knight, the motto read.
Those ancient words would be written on Nathair’s shield one day, if he were ever
accepted into the order.
General Baldwin faced Nathair, his expression grave. “I know how badly you want to be a
Swan.” His chest puffed. “The order of the Swan has the best warriors of the kingdom. I’ve been
a Swan knight since your age and fought with them for more than thirty years, so I understand
your feelings. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid or reckless tomorrow. When the High
Wizard assigns you a quest, I want you to think carefully before accepting it.”
Nathair rubbed the back of his neck, struggling to follow the conversation. He could have
a second chance if he failed the quest, but not if he turned it down. Without even trying it, he
could never apply to the Swans and could never be a knight. “I’ll do my best, sir.”
“Off you go.” General Baldwin opened the door. “Tomorrow is an important day for you.
Sleep well and get ready.”

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