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The Immortals The Immortal Brotherhood Book 1 by Alesha Escobar & H.M. Jones Genre: Paranormal Fantasy

Raina Black steals treasures from warlords, spies on governments and corporations, and sleeps like a baby at night. But after a particularly rough job where she inexplicably wakes up in a tomb in Cairo, things get weird. First, Noah Mason, a man she swears she saw die, approaches her, claiming to be a demon hunter. Then, Noah insists she must fulfill her family legacy by helping him restore the Immortal Brotherhood…before all hell breaks loose. But Raina wants no part of it. Going up against dark supernatural forces is above her pay grade. However, when the promise of a cure for her terminally ill sister hangs in the balance, Raina decides that the Immortal Brotherhood could solve her problems. Between dodging bounty hunters, non-sparkly vampires, and Noah Mason’s smoldering gaze, Raina has to use her skill and wit to pull off the most dangerous job she’s ever taken on. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

A Discovery of Faeries The Immortal Brotherhood Book 2

When Noah Mason’s boss ventures into Faerieland and doesn’t return, he figures he ought to get her back before apocalyptic chaos reigns.

Lady Arabella is the only person on earth who can open and shut doorways to the mythical land of magic and terror, and if her power falls into the wrong hands, everyone’s screwed. But, he’s not going alone. The raven-haired Raina Black with her powerful Seer Stone is by his side, joined by Chinonso the Reaper and Thomas the Time Traveler. Unfortunately, they all must tolerate Raina’s double-crossing sister Trixie, as well. After her brush with dark magic, they don’t trust her to be left alone, and her gift with sorcery may come in handy. In this second installment, the Immortal Brotherhood faces down otherworldly creatures, trying not to bring on the wrath of the Faerie Queen, while also outmaneuvering a secret society seeking to possess powers never meant for men. Throw into the mix a bloodthirsty serial killer with dangerous magic at his command, and the Brotherhood has their work cut out for them. **Only .99 cents!!**Add to GoodreadsAmazon * Apple * B&N * Kobo

Alesha Escobar writes fantasy to support her chocolate habit. She enjoys reading everything from Tolkien and the Dresden Files, to the Hellblazer comics and classic literature. She’s the author of the bestselling Gray Tower Trilogy, an action-packed supernatural thriller set in an alternate World War II. The trilogy hit the bestsellers lists at Amazon (Top 60 in the entire Kindle store), as well as iBooks, Kobo, Barnes & Noble online, and Amazon UK. Alesha is also the co-author of the bestselling Aria Knight Chronicles and Immortal Brotherhood series. Besides being a loving warrior mom to her six children, she enjoys crafts, consuming more coffee than is necessary, and spending time with her husband Luis, a 20-year art veteran for The Simpsons television show. Website * Newsletter * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Luck was clearly not on Noah’s side tonight. Of all the people he had to get stuck with in a
deadly, magical swampland, it had to be Trixie Black. They’d both gotten over the initial shock of
falling directly into a sloshy brown world covered in reeds, and, if Noah had to guess, deadly

water snakes of some sort. They were now trying to figure out how to regroup with Raina,
Thomas, and Chinonso.
Or, rather, Noah was trying to regroup. Trixie, it seemed, couldn’t care less about finding their
lost companions. As a matter of fact, she seemed to positively glow upon landing in the mucky
swamp waters. She’d straightened, looked around, and beamed at their surroundings, as if
returning home after a long and exhausting trip. She should live in a swamp, Noah thought
wearily, it fits her lovely personality.
They managed to pull themselves out of the swamp onto semi-dry land and walked down a
winding path full of bendy, twisty marsh trees hanging with curtains of glistening, lime green
swamp moss. It was an eerily beautiful place, actually. It glowed in a strange and somewhat off-
putting way. The colors were a deeper shade of their earthly counterparts, showy even in a dark
swamp like this.
He might have been able to appreciate it, if he weren’t so worried about where his companions
had gone to, and whether they were having to fight off hordes of Servi Mortis sorcerers. Not
Trixie, though. She was having the time of her life. The stubble- headed annoyance persistently
skipped ahead, like a child, and Noah kept having to jog to keep up with her. She’d found a
second-wind, it seemed since they landed here, and had not broken down into one of her
coughing fits from the exertion. He was very tempted to push her back into the murky brown
waters just to slow her down.
Noah stopped for a second, bending over to tie his shoe, when he realized he could not hear
Trixie’s feet squelching in quick skips along the mucky path. He stood, suddenly on alert, and
was immediately smacked wetly along the side of the head by one of the twisty, moss covered
swamp tree branches. He fell backward into a few inches of swamp water.
She didn’t lose any time in turning from him and running the opposite way. He struggled to pull
himself out of the gloopy muck that seemed to stick to him when he tried to pull against it. He
finally pulled free, and, despite the throbbing in the right side of his face where she hit him,
raced after her with all of his speed. He ran so fast, his sloshy steps spraying muddy water up
his back, that he almost ran right into Trixie. She’d stopped dead in the middle of a wet field
sitting between two deep marsh ponds. He put the brakes on, but almost plowed her over when
the wet earth under his feet made him slide forward a few feet. He grabbed her skinny arm,
steadying himself.
“You evil little…” Noah started, gripping her arm tightly.
But he stopped when he realized her pale eyes were wide in panic. He followed her gaze and
cursed. Waiting in the marsh clearing twenty feet across from where Trixie stopped was a tall
redhead with a gleaming bionic hand. Martin. Not far behind him were several Servi Mortis
sorcerers, making their way toward them.