Soul Thing by Lana Pecherczyk


Soul Thing
The Game of Gods
Book One
Lana Pecherczyk
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Prism Press
Date of Publication: 20th February 2018
Number of pages: 379
Word Count: 101,989
Cover Artist: Lana Pecherczyk
Tagline: Evolution is the Game, Witches are the Glitch
Book Description:
After a decade long war, witches have been obliterated, or so the world thinks. A precarious peace settles and, for the small town of Margaret River, life returns to normal, but for Roo, the hard work is just beginning.
Roo works at the local bar, is a little facetious and can’t wait to high-tail it out of there to keep her powers secret. She’s not certain where they came from but the last thing she wants is to be burned at the stake. Hiding in plain sight seems to work until Cash, a darkly handsome hunter, arrives with disaster in his wake. Witches aren’t defeated, only hidden, and there’s one gunning for Roo and her family. The recent war only touched the surface of the preternatural world and with Cash’s help, Roo learns there are worse things that go bump in the night… and she might be one of them.
Soon she must make a choice—risk exposure to save her loved ones, or remain hidden and safe. But sometimes safe isn’t an option. Sometimes safe is a never-ending game.
# 2 (995 Words) From Chapter 4
I surveyed the
bar to see if I had time to get away and speak to my friend. The customers were
happy, the kitchen crew had either gone home or were enjoying themselves on the
dance floor, and Alvin swept up a broken bottle under a restaurant table. The
back room would be empty. I pushed past the swinging doors to join Kitty, but
almost smacked into her. Her full ice bucket connected with my shin. Ouch!
I opened my
mouth to curse, but stopped when I noticed her face. She stared at something
past my shoulder and momentarily lost her careful composure and seductress
persona. “Hubba hubba. I think I need to go to confession,” she said.
“Why?” I tried
to turn around, but she held me back.
“Don’t look,”
she squeaked, then coughed delicately and lowered her voice to a raspy husk.
“Because I’m having sinful thoughts about melting this ice over that devilishly
hot body. He’s certainly not from around here.” She shoved the bucket into my
hands and pushed me backwards so she had room to stumble past. Recovering with
a sashay and a saunter, she made her way to the counter where a tall, tanned
man stood.
I wouldn’t
exactly call him devilish. He was blonde—are devils blonde? His short hair was
impeccably groomed and styled at the top, the kind of way that took hours to
make it look like it took minutes. His stubble was perfectly trimmed—a designer
five o’clock shadow. The only devilish thing about him was the full arm tattoo
peeking out from under his crisp, white shirt sleeve on one side. It also
showed slightly higher up over his collared neck. Everything about him screamed
money, control and influence. Except the ink. That screamed something else.
His lips
twitched at the corner, and I narrowed my eyes. What was he smiling at? Had he
heard Kitty’s words through the haze of sound?
“Oh, give me a
break,” I mumbled and went cross-eyed. Kitty had found another conquest, and
that left me lugging the heavy load. She was a predator, that woman, I swear. I
stumbled over to the ice trough, dropped half the ice on the floor and almost
slipped to land on my butt. “Seriously?” I hissed to the ice.
I glanced over
my shoulder and spotted Kitty heading back in my direction. Her face was
contorted into an expression I could only describe as horrified or mortified,
or maybe constipated. I smirked, then caught myself, breathed in deeply and
tried again. I gave her my best sincere smile.
“He called me
Ma’am,” she said, and took the empty bucket from my hands. “How dare he? I am
not a Ma’am. I’m a sexy, young, successful, independent woman who—” She stopped
mid-sentence and looked at me, green eyes blazing. “Well, he asked for you,
didn’t he?”
“What? I don’t
know him.” I snatched the bucket back.
“He asked for
you by name. Don’t be shy, your rudeness is keeping the customer waiting.” She
pushed me in the direction of the blue-eyed stranger, making an embarrassing
show of my reluctance. “I have to perform soon anyway,” she said as if she had
better things to do. “Just keep an eye on the bar while I put my game face on.”
She gave me one
last shove and sauntered out back.
Her push sent me
flying, and I tripped over my feet to land in front of the stranger with a
humph. To make matters worse, the music paused between songs and I yelled, “Can
I help you?”
Heat rose to my
cheeks in the silence and I imagined my whole face painted red. The music
started, and I looked down at my feet, took a deep breath and started again.
When I caught his eyes, words fled. They were different—one as clear as the
deep blue ocean, the other also blue, but spliced with muddy clouds in the
turbulent water. It was as though each eye belonged to a different person. I
almost sighed like a school girl. They were amazing. Simply amazing and his
dark lashes were full and framed the masterpiece within perfectly. Hang on. I
squinted, they looked vaguely familiar.
“La Roux?” He
pronounced my name correctly. Maybe he was French, like my name.
I cleared my
throat. “Yes, do I know you?”
“No, but you
know my brother, Tommy. He told me to look you up when I arrived.” His voice
was smooth and hypnotic—a dangerous combination with those eyes.
Wowsers, this
was Cash? His neat and trim exterior wasn’t at all what I expected for a beach
bum, although his well-toned physique was. I stared like a loser for a minute.
Something didn’t add up, and it wasn’t the fact he wore fancy leather loafers
in country Western Australia. No, it was because he used my full name. Nobody
did that. I’d worked hard for people to forget who I’d been in the city—the
girl feared and hated for almost being a witch. My hand fluttered to my collar
in a nervous reaction and his gaze flicked down too.
“How did you
know my full name?” I asked. The mild panic must have crept into my eyes
because he took a step backwards. “Everyone here calls me Roo.”
He scrubbed the
back of his neck and then scanned the room like he had somewhere welled to be.
“Tommy told me. Look, can I get a drink? Whisky, if it’s not too much to ask?”
Jeez, I was just
asking, no need to get grumpy. I glared at him while I pulled a glass from the
drying rack and placed it on the counter. He was full of inconsistencies—his
accent, for one. It was almost non-existent and, apart from saying my name like
he was French, his language was without a pattern or distinguishing lilt that
pointed to his origin. He could’ve hailed from anywhere.
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About the Author:
Lana Pecherczyk is a freckle-faced writer from Perth, Western Australia. She’s a fan of ‘pro-caffeinating’ and writes in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance. Basically if it’s got sexy heroes, thrilling action and a kick-ass heroine, you know she’ll write it because she loves reading it.
When she’s not writing the next great novel, or wrangling the rug rats, or rescuing GI Joe from the jaws of her Kelpie, she fights evil by moonlight, wins love by daylight and never runs from a real fight.
You can find her books on Amazon and other good online retailers.

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Custodian by Montana Ash



Elemental Paladins
Book Five
Montana Ash
Genre: Paranormal/fantasy romance
Publisher: Paladin Publishing
Date of Publication: January 20th, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-6482396-1-1
Number of pages: 310
Word Count: 81,328
Cover Artist: LKO Designs
Tagline: Ancient knights … with a modern twist!
Book Description:
Max has finally found everything she never dared dream of; family, friends, and love with a man who does terrifying things to her independence. She has more to lose than ever before. With lines being drawn in the sand and sides being chosen, the future from her nightmares seems set in motion. Max is terrified – feeling the weight of her Order’s lives on her shoulders. But she’s also resolute, because she’s calling do-over on their entire society!
Ryker had been a miserable bastard for years before Max stumbled into his life and turned his whole world upside down. Months ago, she arrived and offered him everything he swore he would never want or need. Now there was no question; he was blissfully whipped. But who would have thought that winning Max’s heart wasn’t the real fight?
With the rot at the centre of their society uncovered and the hidden threat identified, Max and Ryker must unite all – wardens, paladins, rangers, and chades – if they are to defeat their common enemy.
But hey, with a Goddess on their side, how hard can it be?   
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“We totally crushed that. High five,” Max wheezed out, holding her hand up.
Despite his exhausted and satiated state, Ryker laughed, raising his hand high enough to give her a companionable slap before grinning at her.
“What?” Max asked.
Ryker shook his head, “Nothing. It’s just you. You are so awesome.”
Max snorted, stretching languidly and causing his idiotic body to stir once more, “I could have told you that.”
“I know you could. But it loses a little something when you say it yourself,” he informed her.
Max rolled her head to look at him once more, “I’ve never found that to be true.”
Her words caused him to snort out another laugh, “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
The shock of seeing so many bodies had reality returning swiftly and the ramifications of what she was about to do had bile rushing to her throat. “This can’t be why I was made,” Max whispered, turquoise eyes desolate as she watched the writhing mass of evil bodies in the distance. She didn’t see Ryker move but he was suddenly in front of her, cupping her face in his large hands. His russet eyes held hers captive as he spoke;
“It’s not. You were made for me.”
His lips brushed hers, once, twice, and a third time. The kiss was soft and sweet as if they had all the time in the world. Max was still a little out of breath when he pulled back, despite the leisurely pace. She stood up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around Ryker’s neck, smiling and shaking her head; “How does the man who called me a liar and told me I looked like shit, always know the exact right thing to say now?” she asked, absently playing with the hair on his nape.


Ryker grinned, “I’m complicated.”

About the Author:

Montana is an Aussie, self-confessed book junkie. Although she loves reading absolutely everything, her not-so-guilty pleasure is paranormal romance. Alpha men – just a little bit damaged – and feisty women – strong yet vulnerable – are a favourite combination of hers. Throw in some steamy sex scenes, a touch of humour, and a little violence and she is in heaven! She is a scientist by day, a writer by night, and a reader always!
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Savage Winds by Michelle C Reilly

Savage Winds
Savage Winds
Book One
Michelle C Reilly
Genre: Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: February 28, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1938-4
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1937-7
Number of pages: 426
Word Count: 109,365
Cover Artist: Kristian Norris
Tagline: War, Pirates, Nor The Savage Winds of Time Will Keep Them Apart
Book Description:
Ana Salvatore, a marine biologist, wants nothing more than to have an independent life free of her mobster family. While on an excursion in the Bermuda Triangle with her uncle, his boat explodes, and she wakes to find herself in the arms of gorgeous Captain Jacen Stirling on an ancient ship. It’s like a fairytale, until he tells her the year is 1814.
Jacen is on a secret mission for General Andrew Jackson to infiltrate the infamous privateer Jean Lafitte’s encampment to determine his loyalties. When he discovers Ana while on his way to meet Lafitte, he can’t decide if she’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, or the best.
As the Battle of New Orleans draws nearer, can Jacen and Ana work together to help their country beat the invaders? Or will the British, the war, or the savage winds of time keep them apart?

The latch lifted
and Captain Jacen Stirling entered. When he turned to shut the door, she
noticed the captain’s own pants had the same double rows of buttons hers had.
She made eye contact and found him staring at her with a stone face. Her mouth
dropped open, and she stuttered as she realized he’d noticed where her gaze had
“I was… It’s
your pants… And mine, too. They’re, like, really old-fashioned.”
He glanced down
at his black britches. “My trousers aren’t, I admit, at the height of the Parisian
standards, but since we are currently at war, I believe priorities are in
She blinked. “I
know I’ve been busy finishing up my doctorate, but I hadn’t realized things had
so much worse in
the Middle East that they’ve affected fashion trends.”
“The Middle
“Uh huh.”
“Do you speak of
war? In the Middle East?”
“Uh, yeah… The
last time I checked. Why? What war are you referring to?”
He stood taller.
“I speak of war with Great Britain and their continued efforts to prove our young
country isn’t valiant enough to stand on its own.”
“Uh huh,” she
muttered. Is he off his meds? “Great Britain, huh?”
He gave a curt
“So, you’re,
like, talking Revolutionary War?”
“That war ended
some time ago. I speak of our current situation that began in 1812.”
“1812?” She
suddenly felt like she was watching the final round of Wimbledon and each
opponent kept
gaining the edge
to win, only to lose it again. “As in one-eight-one-two?”
“No,” he
scoffed. “As in one-nine-one-two. What bloody year did you think I was
referring to?”
“Oh, you know,
nothing like referring to a war that took place over two hundred years ago,”
she said dryly.
He froze, and
the edges of his lips rose in a grin. “Two hundred years ago? What year do you
think this is?”
“I don’t know…
Maybe 2017?”

About the Author:
Michelle C. Reilly is a single mom of two wonderful boys. She spent ten years in the U.S. Navy as a Hospital Corpsman Preventive Medicine Technician, which meant she was actually attached to or stationed with the U.S. Marine Corps. She has a Masters in Science in Public Health, but she is generally an IT geek and a nerd of many other things as well. She currently resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her two cats, Meowdy and Moose, and her labradoodle, Sophie.
She’s self-published the Anathergians Saga, science-fiction/paranormal romance and suspense stories that revolve around a powerful alien species who landed on Earth over five thousand years ago. SAVAGE WINDS, her venture into time romance, was picked up by The Wild Rose Press.

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