Destiny by Charlene A. Wilson


Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny

gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area

around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand

toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.


The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet

atmosphere with no result.

A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The

urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall

border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the

sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver

discs that taunted alongside the night sky.

With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his

fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a

resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred

windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the

entrance to Shilo Park.

The cat darted back the way it came.

Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared

around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads

from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence

of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all

the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at

the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking

statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst

time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.

Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened

the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It

coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He

needed the sweet comfort it held.

Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you

will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”

He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.

How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep

the disappearance of the relic a secret?

Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark

essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene.

Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive

gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.

Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over

the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.


Cornerstone Deep
Book 3
Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson       
Book Description:
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”


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About the Author:
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.

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Ghost Love by Nelli Rees

Excerpt: Prologue

Present Day: Dorset, England

Excitement being a kindred spirit to fear, Toni was undecided as to whether it was

a trickle of fear she felt shivering down her spine or a trickle of excitement.

As she sat staring at the screen of her laptop, the darkness shrouding the room

seemed to draw in on her: her head swam, her palms became clammy. Tears welled up in

her eyes. She blinked them away, hoping that by doing so the message on her screen

would disappear. It didn’t.

Peter Monroe wants to be friends on Facebook

Hesitantly she maneuvered the cursor over the ‘connect’ button and pressed

‘enter.’ The screen mutated to show the Facebook page for ‘Peter Monroe.’ It was Peter!

She recognized the profile photograph instantly. She’d taken it. She remembered posing

him in front of the bandstand in Gorki Park on that spring day back in 1990, remembered

laughing at the stupid faces he pulled, remembered the way his long chestnut hair flopped

over his forehead, remembered…

How could she forget? He had been her one true love.

Love. A word made empty by misuse…by overuse. She wondered how many had

ever endured the touch of real love, that soul-eviscerating sensation that comes when you

know you have found your soul-mate. Very few, she decided. Perhaps this was all for the

good: true love brought anguish in equal measure to joy. As the last twenty years had

taught her, finding true love was a bitter-sweet blessing. Her fingers trembled as she


Is it really you, Peter?

The reply was instantaneous.

Yes…I’ve missed you, Tonia.

She couldn’t stop herself: the tears flowed down her cheeks.


She paused, terrified that what she would type next might cause this marvelous

mirage to vanish.

But I thought you were dead.

The seconds ticked by, then:

I am.

Ghost Love
Nelli Rees
Genre: Romance (with a hint of the paranormal)
Publisher: Phaze
Date of Publication: 20th January 2015
ISBN: ISBN-13 978-1-60659-849-8
Number of pages: 332
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Niki Browning
Book Description:
In the madcap, chaotic days when Communism crumbled in the USSR, Tonia meets and falls in love with Englishman, Peter Monroe. Despite the protests of her family and the more strenuous
objections of the KGB Tonia agrees to marry Peter only for him to mysteriously disappear.
Twenty years later a life-toughened Toni must revisit these bitter-sweet memories when she finds herself and her daughters endangered by the consequences of that love affair.
In her despair Toni comes to realise that true love really does conquer all … even death.
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About the Author:
Nelli Rees, born in Moscow, trained as a linguist and a musician. With her future husband Englishman Rod she worked and travelled around Russia, finally coming to live in England in 1998. Nelli has had several successful careers: recording a critically acclaimed nu-jazz album “Jazz Noir”, becoming an award-winning jewellery maker, writing a book “Glass Bead Jewelry Projects”, and doing all this whilst being a mother and a wife. “Ghost Love” is Nelli’s first novel and draws heavily on her own experiences as a young woman in Soviet Russia and the obstacles she and her husband-to-be faced during those difficult times.
Video of Nelli performing “Falling In Love Again”:






Chaos and Moonlight by A.D. Marrow


“It was several minutes before Sarah realized she wasn’t dreaming. The tall guy in her

room, the creepy guy on the stairs, all of it had been real. After about five miles of telling herself

to wake up, then looking at the tall guy who was driving, then pinching herself, then telling

herself to wake up again, then looking at the tall guy some more, reality and the promise of a

full-fledged panic attack set in.

“I swear, if you let me go, I won’t tell anyone, okay?” Sarah finally found her voice.

She had a moment where she thought that maybe this was a dream again, judging by the way the

driver of the car looked. He was dark and mysterious, chiseled from head to toe—she should

know, she all but crawled into him when they were running away from that other guy. She

couldn’t make out much in the dark of the truck’s cab, but even in the faint light of the street

lamps, something about this guy made her feel different. Maybe it was his voice—that deep,

gravelly, slightly British voice. Maybe it was the smell that came off him, that man-mixed-with-

leather-and-aftershave smell.

“Who are you?” Her damned voice box rebelled against her and her question came out

in a whisper.

He was focused on the road, his eyes never leaving it as he maneuvered the giant diesel

truck in and out of the one a.m. traffic. “I’ll explain everything when we get to where we are

going. In the meantime, just sit back and try to relax, okay?”

“Relax? Okay, yeah. I was taken out of my bed in the middle of the night by some guy

I don’t even know, and then I was chased up the stairwell by a Sherman tank of a drag queen,

and you tell me to relax? Yeah right, pal! Listen, seriously, whatever ransom you’re asking for, I

can pay it. Just bring me to an ATM, and you can have whatever you want, okay? Just let me


“It’s not that simple, Dr. Bridgeman.”

“The hell it’s not. Look, just let me out, and anything you want, it’s yours. Cross my

heart, I won’t tell a soul you took me.” She made a little crisscross motion over her heart.

“Like I said, Dr. Bridgeman, it’s not that simple. I don’t need your money. I need you

to do a job for me. That Sherman tank drag queen apparently wants you to do the same job. I

think, circumstances being what they are, you might want to consider working for me.”

“Work, my ass.” Sarah mumbled to herself. “Who the hell are you, anyway? And what

job could I possibly do for you? I’m a medical researcher, you dickhead.”

He didn’t bother looking at her. He took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

“My name is Taris. I’m an eight-hundred-year-old vampire, and I need you to use your

medical research to help me stop the slow yet brutal extinction of a race of people who really do

exist but are made into horror movie villains and romance novel heroes.”

When he was met with silence, he glanced over to see her passed out cold in the seat.

“I knew it wouldn’t work.”


Chaos and Moonlight
Order of the Nines
Book 1
A.D. Marrow
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Full Fathom Five Digital
Date of Publication: May 6th, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-63370-053-6 (epub)
ISBN: 978-1-63370-054-3 (mobi)
Number of pages: 280
Word Count: 91,993
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde Media
Book Description:
The Nines, an elite group of vampires, was established to stand as protection for their race. Fractured by centuries of betrayal and loss, the group is now little more than myth, its remaining members scarred and shattered.
Taris, the oldest living vampire, is no stranger to loss and heartbreak. He is all that holds the Nines together as they struggle to save themselves from total extinction.
Enter the beautiful and brilliant Dr. Sarah Bridgeman, whose medical research has resulted in a breakthrough for both humans and vampires. Her work may be the salvation this weary band of guardians has been looking for.
Taris needs to reach Sarah and enlist her help—before those aligned against him can act. Can a vampire king convince a stunning young scientist to save a species that isn’t even supposed to exist?
For now, only one thing is certain: no science can explain the explosive chemistry between them.
Chaos and Moonlight is the first installment in the Order of the Nines series, and is A. D. Marrow’s debut novel.
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About the Author:
A.D. Marrow is a registered Sapiophile, a proud geek since before geek was chic, and believes that everyone deserves a happily ever after.
She lives in the foothills of North Carolina with her ridiculously hot and amazingly supportive husband, three kids that rock so hard there should be a national holiday for their awesomeness, two really stupid dogs and a plethora of Post-it notes with book ideas to last her until she’s 90.
Her childhood dream is realized in the fact that YOU have cause to read her bio. She hopes that one day, it lends her enough credibility to live out her second dream, which is to write an episode of Doctor Who.
Her personal mantra echoes that of Morticia Addams: “Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”
Twitter: @admarrow

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