Waxing Moon by Sarah E. Stevens

Waxing Moon
Calling the Moon
Book Two
Sarah E. Stevens
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 8/18/2017
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1586-7
ISBN: 978-1-5092-1587-4 Digital
Number of pages: paperback 308,
Word Count:  ~76k
Cover Artist: Deborah Turner
Tagline:  Paranormal arson, rogue wolves, and torn loyalties. How can a mere human mother protect her Werewolf baby?
Book Description:
Julie Hall thinks she has the hang of mothering her Werewolf baby Carson, until the night she wakes to frantic barking and finds her house on fire. Arson. Paranormal fire creatures want to kill Carson—and an unknown Were may be helping them.
As if fire-spawning Salamanders and a mysterious Werewolf aren’t dangerous enough, Julie soon faces even closer threats. Her trusted friend Eliza harbors a secret and Julie’s new understanding of Werewolves threatens to tear apart her team. Meanwhile, her relentless enemies will burn everything in their path, if they can’t get to Carson.
Will Julie’s efforts to protect Carson do more harm than good?
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          “Your house was
burned down by Salamanders.”
words didn’t match his tone.
I echoed.
not salamanders—Salamanders.”
time, I heard the capital letter, but remained bewildered.
the hell are you talking about? Salamanders? Like, lizards?”
face registered surprise. “Sheila?”
know what they are.” Sheila’s voice shook.
So glad you’re both part of the in crowd. Since my house burned down and my
life nearly ended, do you think one of you could please enlighten me?”
Jules.” My sarcasm seemed to revive my best friend. “Could you drop the
attitude for a while? Yes, shock and trauma and all of that, but you’re being a
total jerk. Tim’s just trying to help.”
meant to yell back, but the frustration on her face stopped me. I tried to give
her a grin, instead. It probably looked like a grimace, but I gave my best
Sheila. Attitude is the only thing keeping me going right now.”
know, Jules. But you’re safe here—” She stopped. “Tim, are we safe here?”
should be. I’ll know if they’re around.”
still waiting to hear who ‘they’ are.”
said, “Salamanders are paranormal creatures, like Werewolves. They draw their
strength from the sun and can call on its powers—fire, heat, light—similar to
the way Weres draw on the moon to raise water, shift darkness, and such.
Judging by the scents at the scene, at least three salamanders called fire at
your house. Not an accident, Julie. Arson. Someone—a group of someones—wanted
you and Carson dead.”
Sheila asked.
Me, I couldn’t even form the
word. Dammit, I should have taken a shower and gone to bed and dealt with all
of this later. Sheila had been right. As usual.
don’t know,” said Tim. “Yet.”
“I know Salamanders
are…antithetical to Weres, but I thought you mostly co-existed peacefully.”
apparently not!” said Sheila.
these people turn into giant lizards? Instead of wolves?” I asked, not
understanding why Sheila stifled a small laugh at my question.
said, “No, they don’t change form. Sometimes when calling the sun, Salamanders
have a different cast to their eyes or their complexion—minor changes—but they
remain fully human in shape.”
why are they called Salamanders? If they’re not lizards?”
frowned, then finally crossed the room to stand beside Sheila’s chair. When he
rested his hands on her shoulders, tension visibly drained from his body.
Sheila unconsciously leaned back against him and his thumbs traced circles on
her white t-shirt. They were physically opposite in so many ways, with Sheila’s
striking looks and Tim’s extra-in-a-crowd-scene appearance; Sheila’s long
blonde hair and smooth tan, Tim’s closely shorn black curls and dark brown
skin. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of rightness between them. I’d even
stopped teasing Sheila about Tim being just another in her long line of
throwaway men.
realized my hands still shook and I clasped them together to hide the tremors.
As Tim spoke, I forced everything else out of my mind to focus.
have to ask a Salamander for a full version of their history, but as I
understand it, they believe they’re descended from a powerful sun-being, a
lizard creature from the sun that came to Earth and mated with a human long
looked up at Tim. “Really? I always thought they were called Salamanders
because people used to think salamanders—the real ones—lived in fire.”
would people think salamanders lived in fire? Aren’t they amphibians?” I asked.
salamanders lived in rotten logs and crawled out when the logs were thrown into
a fireplace.”
both explanations sound equally bizarre to me,” I said.
don’t care how they got their name,” said Sheila. “Why are they trying to kill
Julie and Carson?”


About the Author:
Sarah’s love of reading, writing, and all things fantasy started with her childhood explorations of Narnia, Middle Earth, and Pern. She’s a huge enthusiast of all fantasy, paranormal, and science fiction. She’s a board game geek, an artist, and a dabbler in making chainmaille jewelry. She loves to write about strong women and their friendships–combined with magic and love, of course.
Sarah, her husband Gary, their three kids, and three cats live in Evansville, Indiana.
PS. None of her kids are actually Werewolves.

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The Dragon’s Playlist by Laura Bickle


The Dragon’s Playlist
Laura Bickle
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
ISBN: 9781537891965
From the author of THE HALLOWED ONES and NINE OF STARS comes a new novel blending the magical and the real…
“This is war,” the dragon said. And she believed him.
Di fled rural West Virginia to study music and pursue a bright future as a violinist. But when a mining accident nearly kills her father, she is summoned back home to support her family. Old ghosts and an old flame emerge from the past. When Di gets a job as a bookkeeper at the same mine where her father worked, she is drawn into a conflict pitting neighbor against neighbor as the mine plans an expansion to an untouched mountain.
If the mining company’s operation goes forward, there will be more at stake than livelihoods or the pollution of the land: Di has discovered a dragon lives deep within Sawtooth Mountain, and he is not happy with this encroachment upon his lair. When catastrophe strikes, Di must choose between her family’s best interests and protecting the dragon – the last surviving bit of magic in Di’s shrinking world.
In every fight, sides are chosen. And there can be no yearning for what has been left behind.
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About the Author:
Laura Bickle grew up in rural Ohio, reading entirely too many comic books out loud to her favorite Wonder Woman doll. After graduating with an MA in Sociology-Criminology from Ohio State University and an MLIS in Library Science from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, she patrolled the stacks at the public library and worked with data systems in criminal justice. She now dreams up stories about the monsters under the stairs. Her work has been included in the ALA’s Amelia Bloomer Project 2013 reading list and the State Library of Ohio’s Choose to Read Ohio reading list for 2015-2016.
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Unorthodox by S. Peters-Davis


A Kendra Spark Novel
Book One
S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Paranormal Suspense-Thriller Romance
with a good dollop of Supernatural
Publisher: Books We Love Publishing
Date of Publication: September 15, 2017
ISBN 978-1-77362-303-0
ISBN 978-1-77362-304-7
EPUB 978-1-77362-300-9
Kindle 978-1-77362-301-6
WEB 978-1-77362-302-3
Number of pages: 153 pages
Word Count: 63,000
Cover Artist: CoverUp.Net
Book Tagline:  Kendra’s ability of communicating with the dead is requested by her FBI criminal analyst friend to stop a killer from murdering agents.
Series Tagline: Kendra sees ghosts, and then her BFF, Jenna, becomes one. The two friends and FBI agent Derek Knight fight for justice to the victims of heinous crimes.
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery romance author and communicator with the dead, is requested to hop on the first flight to D.C.
Jenna Powers, FBI criminal analyst and estranged best friend of Kendra, gets ghosticized in a fatal accident before relaying all the details of the FBI killer case.

Derek Knight, a dedicated FBI Special Task Force agent, takes lead on the case.

The investigation into the FBI agent killings continues as Kendra, Jenna – yes, even after death – and Derek work together on the case before Director of the Special Task Force Jackson Powers’ number is up. He’s Jenna’s father and the end-game of the killer’s target list.
Somehow the elusive killer remains undetected, until Kendra’s unique ability produces results and a final possibility at stopping his killing spree before it’s too late.
From the Author Review Copy: The scene –
Derek has Kendra in a casual interrogation room inside the FBI building – D.C.
The door opened
and Jackson Powers entered before I could respond.
He glanced
around the room stopping when he saw me; his red rimmed eyes spoke volumes. I
clearly remembered his presence, a straightforward man, full of confidence and
direction, but in this moment he appeared like a man broken. I rose and reached
for a hand shake. Instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a big bear
“I’m so very
sorry about Jenna. Sorry for your loss, for my loss…” Muscles tensed around my
vocals and cut off the words.
Tears spilled
from both of us. Derek stepped out of the room, clicking the door closed.
“Jenna told me
she was meeting with you today, going to show you the city sights.” Jackson
held me for a few more minutes, patting my back and telling me it wasn’t my
The thought of
the accident initially being my fault had never entered my mind. Why would that
thought cross his? I stepped back. Obviously he hadn’t received the latest
details of the accident, but even so why would he consider that I’d feel
responsible. Even if I questioned that maybe I could have done something to
stop her in some way, she did save that boy. “Not sure what you mean…in
thinking it could be my fault?”
His eyes
widened, maybe a little startled at my blatant question. “I assumed Jenna ran
after a little culprit that grabbed your purse or something much worse. She
must have gotten caught up in the chase to run in front of on-coming traffic.”
His face softened. “Kendra, I know Jenna, there was nothing you could have done
to stop her. She’s always been head-strong…was always
head-strong,” he
corrected himself, then his voice cracked, and suddenly something occurred to
Jackson isn’t
privy to Jenna and Derek’s manhunt for the FBI killer, nor the reason I’m here.
Of course. Jenna had tagged along to certain crime scenes while she was still
in college, but from all that I remembered, Jackson wanted her profiling cases
strictly inside the building. She had access to all the crime scenes from
pictures and files on her laptop. At least she always used to complain about
his restrictions, and I couldn’t imagine he would allow her in the field on a
serial killer task force, unless things had changed in the last couple years.
There’d been a
few close calls on other cases, some of the agent’s family members being
abducted or being used for negotiation, leverage. While in college, Jenna told
me all the rules her father had enforced if she were to join in any of the FBI
cases. He protected her, and now she had returned the favor…to her demise.
Jenna and Derek
were hunting the serial killer behind Jackson’s back.
There was a tap
on the door and Derek stepped in. His brows were drawn close, eyes narrowed,
perhaps his expression of concern. “Sir, I thought Kendra might be hungry. She
hasn’t eaten all day.” He smiled at me, and then looked back at Jackson. “I’m
headed out for a late lunch and thought I’d take her with me.”
Jackson’s lips
pressed together. He finally lifted his chin toward me. “Well, of course. We
certainly wouldn’t want anyone going hungry now, would we,” more of a statement
than a question. He patted my shoulder. “Go on, Kendra. We can continue our
talk later. I’d like to hear exactly what happened to my daughter from someone
who was there to witness it.”
Derek grasped my
elbow and led me toward the door.
Instead of
following, Jackson released a long breathy sigh and sat on the couch. “Shut the
door behind you, Derek. And tell Darla I don’t wish to be disturbed.”


My heart swelled
huge behind my ribcage, again the confining weight pressing in on my ability to
breathe. I couldn’t imagine the emotional maelstrom Jackson was going through.
I knew only my own turbulent ride. Now I needed to get some facts straight; it
was my turn to interrogate Derek.

About the Author:

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.

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