Secrets: In Wolf Lake by DK Davis

Without warning, my rod jerked out of my hand. I snatched it before it flipped out of the boat. The tip

bent to the water and then snapped back. The line broke, another Texas rig lost. One side of the boat

dipped toward the water and sprang back up. Koko barked. A thump on the floor of the boat and a pool

of water accumulated in that same place. A fish hook fluttered above the puddle between Koko and me.

“What’s happening?” popped out of my mouth.

A small bit of fishing line attached to a hook quivered above the spot of water and I moved closer to

inspect. I reached to touch the hook and a slap knocked my hand away. Startled, I fell back onto the

floor, my back slamming against the bench seat.

Koko jumped close to the hook and barked. He bit at the hook and yelped as something cuffed him on

the nose. He backed up next to me and stared at the puddle.

My eyes went hazy or blurry, or something. The hook disappeared, reappeared, and then an image

shimmered into form right in the middle of that pool of water.

“What the—?” I strained to focus. Koko whimpered as the shape solidified into a green mudpuppy,

which stood on two legs and was about twelve inches tall. Its head turned toward me and large solid

black eyes locked onto a stare-off with me.

 

 

Secrets: In Wolf Lake             
Secret Series
Book 1
DK Davis
Genre: YA, sci-fi, fantasy
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.  
Date of Publication: 1/1/2017
ISBN: 9781772993899
Kindle: 9781772993905
WEB: 9781772993912
Print: 9781772993929
ASIN: B01N7O41FM
Number of pages: 120
Word Count: 41,200
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Secret: In Wolf Lake – Tagline
Samantha discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake; now his life depends on her saving him.
Book Description:
Samantha’s dealing with a lot of emotional blow-back from her mother’s new marriage. Then she discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake, and life suddenly becomes all about keeping his existence a secret, earning his trust. That is until his life depends on her saving him. But she won’t be able to do it alone…
Secret Series – Tagline
A series of secrets, invisible yet glaring, and most include a Supernatural spin, like an unwelcomed sensation sparking every nerve ending. 
About the Author:
DK Davis writes YA sci-fi, supernatural, and fantasy with a good dollop of all the relationships woven in between. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, spending time with grandchildren or her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
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Chameleon by Zoe Kalo

 

Excerpt:

I cannot clearly say how I had entered

the wood; I was so full of sleep just at

the point where I abandoned the true path.

— Dante Alighieri, Inferno 1. 11-12

Chapter 1

Puerto Rico, 1973

Oak trees dripping with Spanish moss embraced us from both sides, but not enough to shield us

from the prison that would be my home for the next seven months. The high stone walls and neo-

Gothic bell tower loomed over us as my stepfather drove his Mercedes through the spiked iron

gates and into the sloping, curving driveway.

A spider of dread crawled up my back. Prison indeed.

I couldn’t believe it had come to this. The way things had blown out of proportion. I’d only

wanted to contact my dead father. Ask his forgiveness.

My mother reached for my hand from the front seat without turning around to look at me.

I stared at her perfectly polished red nails and the glittery square cut emerald on her ring finger.

Her fingers flicked, silently pleading for my attention, but I was frozen inside. Her hand

retreated.

I stared at the convent, my eyes studying the pointed arched windows, the worn, age-blackened

stones. The place looked haunted. Perfect for my state of mind. What was my mother thinking?

Something moved behind one of the windows. A face. For an instant my pulse raced at the sheer

paleness of it, at the two dark holes that made up its eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Sara, my six-year- old half sister, asked.

I pointed. “A girl.”

She followed my line of vision. “Where?”

“There. High up. In the window.”

She dipped her head so she could have a better look. “I don’t see anything.”

I felt a shiver, but not from the cold. It’s white. It’s watching us.

Then the car moved too close to the building, and the face vanished from view.

“Is this your new school, Paloma?” Sara asked.

I nodded. Sara was the child, female version of my stepfather. Her bottomless dark eyes,

framed by velvety lashes, stared at me with misery. “I don’t like it,” she whispered, grabbing my

hand.

“It’ll be okay,” I whispered back, and gave her hand a little squeeze.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Well, here we are,” Domenico said in his strong Castilian accent, stopping the car in

front of the entrance. He climbed out and opened the door for my mother. Then he proceeded to

take out my suitcases from the trunk.

My mother was silent. She stepped out like a wooden mannequin, her eyes shimmery

with unshed tears.

I climbed out, followed by Sara, the gravel crunching under our shoes. The early morning

air was cool and a blanket of mist still lingered—not surprising, since the convent was on the

outskirts of El Yunque, the island’s rain forest. More Spanish moss hung from the oak trees and

rippled in the breeze like long, shivering memories. I could smell the dew on the leaves and the

rich perfume of moist earth, redolent of open graves.

I glanced at the ominous clouds. “Beautiful morning.”

An ongoing distant hum resonated all around us. One, two beats passed, before it struck me:

Waterfall.

Something within me shut down—or exploded, I couldn’t be sure.

I shut my eyes for a second, wiping out memories of chilled water searing my lungs.

I repeated the eighth multiplication table in my head. This always helped.

“After you,” Domenico said, interrupting my thoughts.

I wanted to loathe him. Tried to, anyway. I could see what my mother saw in him: a powerfully

charismatic, handsome man with the infinite skill to make people do his bidding. My mother,

with her small delicate features and petite frame, looked invisible beside him. A mere spectre.

But that was just a façade. I knew better.

The big oak door opened and a nun clad in black habit and a wimple came down the steps

to greet us.

Sara wrapped her arms around my waist. Her gesture both comforted me and heightened

my anxiety. Nuns in habit made me think of great black birds.

“Bienvenidos,” the nun said. Like my stepfather, she also had a Castilian accent. “I’m

Madre Estela and I’m second in charge to Madre Superiora. You must be Señor and Señora de

Aznar.”

They exchanged small talk. Madre Estela sounded polite enough, but she didn’t offer to

shake hands with my parents, which I found strange. Maybe nuns weren’t allowed to shake

hands. I wouldn’t be surprised. I noticed the wedding band on her ring finger. Married to God.

Absurd.

“You must be Paloma,” she said tonelessly.

“Yes,” I said. Wasn’t it obvious? I didn’t know what else to say.

The cross on her chest caught my attention. It had a crucified Christ on it and I noticed

the thorns cutting Christ’s forehead, the little drops of blood glistening on His fragile body.

“Welcome to our school, Paloma.” Her critical gaze scrutinized my makeup, my tight

jeans. “I’ve heard much about you.”

I didn’t miss the hint of cold disapproval in her voice. I wasn’t sure how much my parents had

complained about my behavior, but considering I had been kicked out—well, actually, kindly

asked to leave—from my previous school in the middle of October, it couldn’t be good.

“Are you ready to resume your senior year of high school?” Stress on resume.

“I can’t wait,” I said. There was no point in being nice—or pretending to be. That just

wasn’t me. I felt miserable and couldn’t hide it. Besides, I could tell from our short exchange that

she’d made up her mind not to like me long before meeting me, and I had the sinking feeling that

no matter what I said or did, her opinion wouldn’t change. I had already been stamped in her

Inquisition book, tagged a criminal.

Madre Estela’s stony eyes moved to Sara. My little sister’s arms clutched my waist even

tighter. From the nun’s expression, I could tell she was wondering if I had infected Sara with

whatever plague ailed me. She dismissed us and turned back to my mother and stepfather.

“Madre Superiora is expecting you in her office. Let’s not keep her waiting. Don’t concern

yourselves with the suitcases. Someone will come for them shortly.”

They thanked her and followed her up the steps.

“I don’t want to go in,” Sara said.

“It’ll be okay,” I said. I glanced at the window. I wanted to see the pale face again. But there was

nothing.

A drop of rain hit my cheek and I wiped it off. Then I held Sara’s hand and together we

walked up the steps and through the arched doorway.

I felt my throat closing up.

Seven months.

Seven months wasn’t that long, was it? Besides, Thanksgiving break was just around the corner.

Six weeks, to be exact. I had already marked my calendar. I couldn’t wait. I would go through

the motions, no need to make friends that I’d never see again. When you get close to people, you

end up getting hurt.

 



Chameleon
Zoe Kalo
Genre: YA Gothic/Multicultural
Date of Publication: February 15, 2017
Number of pages: 230
Word Count: 55,000
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Designs
Book Description:
An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…
17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.
When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out…
Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?
About the Author:
A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.
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Mercenary Moon

Blackbriar Creek Wolves
Book One
Lola Taylor
Genre: Werewolf Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Indigo Dreamer Press
Date of Publication: May 2017
Number of pages: novel-length
Cover Artist: Roz Marshall of Alba Covers
Book Description:
He’s bad to the bone… but then again, so is she.
Werewolf Nyx Dawson has blood on his paws—a lot of it. But he’s done with the brutal life of a mercenary. Doesn’t mean he ever thought he’d end up in his small, Southern hometown of Blackbriar Creek, Tennessee. Back with his mother and baby sister, and the rowdy bunch of werewolves he’d sworn a pack oath to as a pup. For a while, life seems peaceful and he thinks he can put his dark past behind him—until one of the most vicious, powerful alphas this side of the Smokies shows up and threatens to kill his family if he doesn’t comply with his demands…
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But her father’s nobody’s fool. He knows someone is out to get him, and so blackmails one of the deadliest mercenaries into hunting down his would-be killer and taking them out first. Legend or not, Eva doesn’t think the arrogant and hotter-than-hell Nyx will be a problem. And Nyx certainly would never allow himself to fall for a werewolf aristocrat, no matter how much his inner wolf yearns to mate with her.
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