A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance by Tena Stetler



A Vampire’s Unlikely Alliance
Demon’s Witch Series
Book Three
Tena Stetler
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: November 29, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1772-4 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1773-1 Digital
Number of pages: 392
Word Count: 98106
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: Where vampires and gryphons exist, love may conquer all, but fate is inescapable.
Book Description:
Stefan is a Native American vampire, former assassin for the Vampire Council. In a twist of fate, he now DJ’s the midnight shift for a small radio station in Whitefish, Montana, on the edge of Glacier National Park where his secret is safe until…
Born in Ireland, Brandy now works as a park ranger and trail guide in the park. During a full moon, Stefan and Brandy’s paths cross in a near physical collision on a trail. Their attraction is immediate and undeniable, almost as if fate demanded it.
Their union was foretold long ago in Irish folk tales where vampires and gryphons, warlocks and demons, witches and faeries must work together for the good of man and magic kind. Is a trip to Ireland the key to unraveling secrets and returning the magic? And even more importantly, will their love survive the trip?
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The sun slid
behind the mountains, setting the azure sky ablaze in hues of red, orange,
yellow, and pink. Then red shifted to purple and dusk faded to darkness as he
jogged toward the trails. She stood leaning against the rock where he had
started his run last night. He’d tried to convince himself to stay away, but in
the end, the urge was too strong.
In a whisper of
movement, he was at her side with his hand on the rock just above her shoulder.
“Waiting for someone? Brandy, is it?” The scent of warm, perfumed female skin
wafted over him as he leaned into her.
“It took you
long enough, Mr. Talltree.” Her full lips formed a slight pout as she lifted
her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “Nice to see you again.”
There was no
hesitation or apprehension in her lovely features as he moved closer, placing
his other hand next to her left shoulder, effectively pinning her against the
rock. He wanted to wrap his arms around her lithe, warm body and brush his lips
over her sexy pout. But he thought better of it, not wanting to scare her
off…not yet.


“Yes, it is.” He
let his gaze wander leisurely up and down her luscious body. “Didn’t your
mother warn you about the dangers of stalking a stranger at night in the park
About the Author:
Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an over-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends.
With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, Tena sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures telling her their tales. Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle. 
Any evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them.
Twitter Page: www.twitter.com/TenaStetler  


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Haunted by Shari Nichols


Shari Nichols
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Liquid Silver Press
Date of Publication: 11/27-2017
ISBN: 978-1-62210-452-9
Number of pages: 234
Word Count:  80.000
Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs
Tagline: No matter how he tried, he couldn’t give her up.
Book Description:
When medium Karly Matthews agrees to move into a haunted inn, she’s not sure what’s more dangerous, the ghost or the sexy innkeeper she tries to resist. She’s can’t deny the intense rush of desire she feels every time he’s near. When she agrees to embark on a no-strings-attached relationship, she finds herself thrust into a world of mind blowing pleasures. Now she must face the aching truths of her past.
Hotel heir Thayne Harper has a laser-like focus on success that doesn’t include the help of his family. He’s always been the black sheep, living in the shadow of his dead brother. His dreams are put to the test when a supernatural entity threatens to ruin everything. The one bright spot is the woman who intrigues his mind and heats his blood.
If only he can convince her that, despite his bad boy ways, he can change for the good. Her love becomes his only salvation. Passion burns white-hot as a dark threat looms. The ghost doesn’t want them to be together and sets her sights on Thayne, luring him to a place that goes beyond death. Will Karly be able to save him before it’s too late?
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Karly made sure
to keep her head down, wanting to avoid another run-in. Her gaze skittered over
fallen leaves and flagstone tiles. Through the corner of her eye, she spotted a
man in a suit and a few servers. Her fingers tightened around her key chain with
every step, wanting to be far from the chaos of the evening.
She was almost
to the main street, when she bumped into a solid wall of muscle that threatened
to knock her on her ass. Her keys flew from her hands as she began to fall
backward. Before she hit the ground, two strong hands reached out and caught
her around the waist. She glanced up and into the gorgeous face of the god
she’d seen earlier.
Up close, he was
even more stunning and taller than she’d calculated. He exuded strength and
masculinity, and when he focused that intense magnetism on her, all the air
left her lungs, along with her ability to speak.
Genuine concern
flashed in his whiskey colored eyes. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His voice was
like warm chocolate, melting her insides. When he dropped his hands, Karly
could still feel the imprints on her skin.
“Y-yes, I’m
fine. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention to where
I was going.” Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. The man smelled incredible,
like sandalwood and clean laundry.
“No need for
apologies. Maybe you should sit down for a minute and have a drink with me.”
There was elegance in the way he spoke that made her think of old money and
private school.
For a moment Karly
thought about taking him up on his offer, but she wasn’t in the frame of mind
to pull off light conversation or flirty banter at this point. “Thanks, but I
have to pass. This night, well, it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped so I think
it’s my cue to go.” She did her best to school her features, but inside she was
feeling raw and vulnerable. The only thing she wanted to do was go home, soak
in a hot bath, and lick her wounds.
His searing gaze
swept over her and made butterflies flutter in her stomach “Perhaps I can make
it better. Stay and have a drink with me.”
Karly glanced at
his jacket for his nametag, but like her, he wasn’t wearing one. “I’m guessing
you’re in either sales or politics, and if this is all for a campaign donation,
I’m sorry, I already gave at the office.” Immediately she got a vibe telling
her he was his own boss, which wasn’t hard to figure out. The man exuded
confidence and power.
The throaty
sound of his laughter raised goose bumps on her flesh. “So you’re funny and
beautiful that’s quite a rare combo, Miss….?”
His words slid
over her like a warm caress. A flush spread across her cheeks. She shook her
head, a little dazed by the compliment. It would be hard not to succumb to his charms. If she was honest, his scent alone
was driving her crazy. No, the man spelled danger. “I’m sorry. I should go.
Good night and uh, nice running into you.” She sucked in a breath, turned and
took a step toward the street.   
“I don’t think
you’ll get far without these,” he said in a bone-melting voice that forced her
to turn around. He held up her keys in his hand.   
“Right. Thanks.”
She’d become so dazzled by his looks, she’d completely forgotten about them
flying out of her hands
“My pleasure.”
The way he said the word pleasure conjured images of their bodies tangled together,
rolling around in satin sheets. The air sizzled with sexual tension. Slowly, he
closed the distance between them and placed the keys in her hands. She
purposely avoided touching him, but his fingers grazed hers, sending a spark of
awareness up and down her arm.
“Don’t go,” he
“Why?” Karly was
curious to hear what he’d say next.
“I can’t let you
disappear into the night without telling me your name.” The words were spoken
in a commanding tone that normally would’ve irritated her, but for some reason
when he said them they hit every one of her buttons. “You can give me that much
can’t you? It’s not every day I meet someone that captivates me and you have,
quite thoroughly I might add.”
The scorching
heat in his gaze made her shiver. She swallowed and tried to regain her
equilibrium. It’d been a long time since a man had looked at her with such
blatant desire. “I’m impressed— that’s quite a pick-up line. I’m curious, does
it usually work?”
His smile was
pure sin. “I’m not using a line on you. I just want the chance to talk to you.
Give me five minutes, that’s all I ask.”
What happens
after that?” His charisma began to melt her resolve. Karly stole a glance at
his clothing. His sweater looked like cashmere and his suit jacket was
perfectly tailored and cut to fit his body, only adding to his commanding
“You decide. If
you want to continue the conversation, I get your number, if not, then we part
ways. No harm done.”
How could she
say no when his approach was so refreshing “Nothing like cutting to the chase.”
A guy that looked like him probably had women falling all over themselves to
get his attention. It didn’t take a psychic to glean the man was a player. He
was too smooth to be anything else. “Five minutes is all you get.”
“Five minutes is
all I need.” He was persuasive, not to mention cocky as hell and yet for some
reason she couldn’t seem to say no where he was concerned. Besides, his vibe
was positive and cool with no warning signs.


“You’re pretty
sure of yourself. Do you always get what you want?”
About the Author:
Shari Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. Shari has been married to her own alpha hero for twenty-five years. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.
She lives in New Jersey with her husband, two teenagers, and her adoring golden retriever. She’s thrilled to spend her days in sweats, eating chocolate while pounding on her keyboard to create her next novel. Shari’s a member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers.

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A Path Through by Janna Olsen Spratt

A Path Through
Janna Olsen Spratt
Genre: Memoirs/Biography
Publisher: Book Venture Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 08/21/2017
ISBN: 978-1-64069-799-7
Number of pages: 106
Book Description:
In this tribute to the faithfulness of God, the author shows the thread woven through everything from the car accident they walked away from which totaled the car to the last chapter of finding purpose in the pain of being alone. This is a story of overcoming poverty, early marriage, divorce and finding love a second time around. It’s a story of a parent’s tenacity in prayer for a wayward child and of holding on to faith when a seventeen year old grandson dies suddenly at school.
God promised He would take us through the trials.
Little did I
know as I packed my books in February that I would unpack them two months
later. And as I prayed for the Lord to lead us to where we should go, I did not
know that my husband, Larry, and I would not be going to the same place.
We were planning
to move back to the Abbotsford, Langley, area in BC where we had lived some
twelve years earlier. It all started with a conversation over lunch with Dwayne
and Maureen, our son and our daughter-in-law. We were talking about seniors’
housing being in short supply and that it might be a good idea for us to think
about where we would like to live and putting our name into some places.
Our plan was to
move back to the coast into an apartment, and from there we could decide which
seniors’ housing would be the right place for us to make an application for. We
needed to look for an apartment there, so we decided we would drive to Surrey
to visit our son, Dustin, and his family, and from there we would search.
Larry would be
eighty years old on March 4, and we could celebrate his birthday as well as
look for a place at the same time. Our children planned a big party with our
family and friends. This was a milestone for Larry because his life had nearly
been cut short a few times before this, and making it this far was somewhat of
a miracle.
Someone has
said, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.” We were praying
about what we should do, and it seemed to us that this was a way to test the
waters. We left Castlegar the morning of March
1. Our plan was
to travel halfway, stay overnight at Princeton, and finish the trip the next
We would be
traveling through mountain passes which could have snow on the highway, so we
wanted to give ourselves lots of time. Larry was a truck driver with more than
three million miles behind him, so he was not too concerned about driving.
Although there
was quite a bit of snow in the first pass, we made good time, arriving in
Princeton early in the afternoon. The next morning after breakfast, we set out
for the final part of our trip. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and we felt good
about the trip thus far.
There was quite
a lot of snow on the Hope-Princeton Highway, but
Larry was not
concerned. Our 2008 Toyota seemed to handle the road conditions well. When we
passed the Hope turnoff and began the divided freeway with two lanes going each
way, we felt we had it made. The worst was over!
We passed a semi
and were still in the left lane when suddenly the left front wheel got caught
in a deep pothole. Larry struggled desperately to keep the car on the road, but
it seemed as if a force stronger than him wrenched the wheel out of his hands,
and we were immediately airborne.
I called out,
“Lord, help us,” as the car flew off the road into the median which was full of
happened so fast; it seemed as if we were watching a movie, spellbound. We sat
there with our seat belts on while the car careened crazily down the
embankment, spinning around and doing donuts and other turns. As we spun
around, there was a lot of snow going across the windshield. The back end of
the car slammed into the snowbank as we fishtailed, and the trunk opened,
spilling suitcases and some of the other contents.
As the car was
spinning and slamming into banks, the big back window smashed in, as well as
the backside windows. The backseat was filled with snow. My glasses flew off
and were later found in the snow in the backseat, and my left hearing aid flew
out and was later found on the dash.
At one point we
started to climb the bank toward the traffic on the eastbound side, but it was
a steep incline, and we were kept from going there. For one second I saw it, I
thought we might go into it; but instead the car rolled back, turned, and came
to rest on its right side on two wheels leaning against a snow-covered bank.
Larry had to brace himself with his feet in order not to fall down on me.
In the midst of
all this turmoil, we sat there with our seat belts on.
Strangely, we
felt protected. The front window did not even have a crack in it, the front
side windows were untouched, and the air bags did not deploy.
We were not
seriously injured.
I reached for my
cell phone, began dialing 911, and then a man was standing there, peering in
the front window, asking if we were all right.
We shouted we
were okay. Just then two RCMP officers appeared. They were traveling by and saw
what happened. One of them had been headed west, and the other one was headed
east. Coincidence?
A truck driver
had stopped and come to help, as well as some other men. There were at least
six men there. When we said we were all right, with us still in the car, they
put the car back on four wheels. They opened the doors and helped us out of the
car, asking again and again, “Are you sure you are all right?” We assured them
we were a little shaken but otherwise all right.
We each had two
men, one on each side, holding on to us as we trudged through the deep snow
across the median and up the bank to the highway. We waited in the police car until
the ambulance came. After the paramedics checked us out and the police took our
statements, we were taken to the Fraser Canyon Hospital at Hope, British
Columbia, for further examination.


Besides being
shaken up, Larry had some cuts on his hands and arms which were quickly
bandaged. The cuts were probably from the shattered glass when the back windows
smashed. I had a black eye. I must have banged my head on the window frame, although
I did not remember just when it happened.
About the Author:
Janna Spratt is the author of a collection of poetry, QUIET REFLECTIONS, and two children’s books; BILLY GOAT AND THE RED NECKERCHIEF and FUN AT NANA’S HOUSE. After she was widowed in 2011, she found a passion for life in writing. This fourth book is her story of faith in God that does not quit in spite of the challenges that come. Her goal is to realize her God given purpose in life and to live it to the best of her ability.

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