Awakened by D.C. Gambel

Awakened

The Horsemen Chronicles

Book One

D.C. Gambel



Genre: Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: March 16, 2018
ISBN: 1981137491
ASIN: B079FRN2WQ
Number of pages: 391
Word Count: 96k
Tagline: My vulnerability, that’s kept me secluded from the world, is now the one thing that can save it.
Book Description:
Evie has lived most of her life as a recluse, terrified that she might hurt someone. On her twenty-first birthday she meets Derek who informs her there’s a reason behind her gifts.
As someone that had to spend her entire life avoiding human contact, learning the truth about her origins as one of the Four Horsemen was a hard pill to swallow. Especially once she realizes that her fellow Horsemen are the only people she’d ever met that can withstand her touch.
The struggle to overcome her seclusion becomes very real when Evie discovers an attraction has sprung up between herself and one of her fellow Horsemen. Nothing good can come from pursuing the allure, especially when she knows that it not only would jeopardize her team, but her heart as well.

Excerpt:
“Break it down
for us, Cam.”
“I met my
informant last night,” he said, leaning between the opening of the front seats.
I angled myself to face him so I could hear him better. “He claims that Axel
Reese, pack alpha of Summery, was contacted by Asmodeus.”
There was a
swirl of profanities, but I was clueless to why. So I asked.
“Asmodeus is one
of the seven princes of hell. He’s also the prince of lust. Apparently they
were rumored to have met the night the succubus attacked the fraternity party,”
Cam went on to explain.
“I’m sure that
was no coincidence,” Tyler muttered. “I thought the succubi broke off from
Asmodeus decades ago when he started demanding that they worship him as a god.”
“They did, but
with the seals being broken the demons of lust are returning to their master in
hopes he can protect them from the apocalypse. They don’t even realize that
he’ll use them a cannon fodder to save his ass. If Axel really did meet with
Asmodeus we need to be prepared for a shift in the packs loyalty.”
“Why not just go
to Asmodeus first?” Derek asked keeping his eyes forward.
“Axel would be a
lot easier to handle then walking in to Phoenix.”
“Phoenix?” I
asked.
“It’s a demon
club,” Tyler answered. “We don’t get the warmest reception. Asmodeus owns it.”
“Stole it is
more like it,” Derek chimed in. He glanced at me. Seeing the quizzical look he
elaborated. “It used to be a safe haven for the powers of good. Demons attacked
it as a distraction for whoever is breaking the seals. The club has been in
demon hands for almost three decades after two centuries of it being in the
hands of good. Only positive thing is the demons can’t put up their wards to
keep us out.”
“They’ve tried,”
Tyler announced.
“Yes they have,”
Cam agreed. All three men chuckled and I felt like I was being left out of the
joke.
“Hair of the
dog?” I asked when we pulled up outside the dive bar. “I thought you were
joking.”
Cam chuckled.
“They’re not the most creative bunch.” His hand found the small of my back as
we headed to the door. I could feel its warmth seeping though the fabric of my
shirt almost like it was melting it away until his skin touched mine. I shook
my head subtly clearing those thoughts. “You stay near one of us and we’ll make
sure no one touches you. What skin is exposed no one should be touching anyways
unless they’re looking for trouble.” The other two nodded in agreement.

About the Author:

D.C. Gambel is a mother, army wife, and a hopeless romantic. Romance has always been her genre of choice whether it’s contemporary, historical, paranormal, or even pushing towards erotica in both reading and writing. When she first decided to try her hand at writing, romance was the obvious choice. Getting lost in a different world, living unimaginable lives is something she strives for, even if it’s just a temporary enjoyment.

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Witch Creek by Laura Bickle


Witch
Creek
The
Wildlands Series
Book
Two
Laura
Bickle
Genre: Dark Fantasy 
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Date of Publication: Feb. 27,
2018
ISBN: 978-0062567314
ASIN: B071VBHPW7
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 88,160
Book Description:
In
the backcountry of Yellowstone, evil moves below the surface . . .
Following
Nine of Stars comes the next chapter in Laura Bickle’s critically acclaimed
Wildlands series.
As the daughter of an alchemist,
Petra Dee has battled supernatural horrors and experienced astonishing wonders.
But there’s no magic on earth that can defeat her recent cancer diagnosis, or
help find her missing husband, Gabriel. Still, she would bet all her remaining
days that the answer to his disappearance lies in the dark subterranean world
beneath the Rutherford Ranch on the outskirts of Temperance, Wyoming.
Gabe is being held prisoner by
the sheriff and heir to the ranch, Owen Rutherford. Owen is determined to
harness the power of the Tree of Life—and he needs Gabe to reveal its magic.
Secretly, the sheriff has also made a pact to free a creature of the underground,
a flesh-devouring mermaid. Muirenn has vowed to exact vengeance on Gabe, who
helped imprison her, but first . . . she’s hungry. Once freed, she will swim
into Yellowstone—to feed.
With her coyote sidekick Sig,
Petra must descend into the underworld to rescue Gabe before it’s too late . .
. for both of them.
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Excerpt:
Peering through
the cattails, she saw a man with a fishing pole, standing on an outcropping. He
seemed alone, caught in a bit of reverie, gazing at his line skipping along the
surface of the water.
She dipped below
the surface of the water, toward the shiver of the fishing line. With
green-spotted fingers, she lifted the struggling fish from the hook. The line
jerked away.
The man swore.
Muirenn lifted
her head above the water.
“Holy shit.” The
man stumbled backward. “I didn’t realize you were swimming there . . . I . . .”
His expression
changed from embarrassment to curiosity as he looked at her. The pupils of his
eyes dilated. “Who . . . are you?”
Muirenn gripped
the fish close to her chest, giving a small smile.
The fisherman
crouched on the rock, setting his pole beside him. “Wow. You’re uh . . . green?
Is that real?”
Muirenn cocked
her head and slipped forward a bit in the water. The edge of her tail skimmed
above the surface.
“Is that like .
. . one of those tails that the girls have at that park in Florida? For a movie
or something?” His suntanned brow wrinkled. “No. That’s real,” he decided.
“You, um . . . want the fish? You can have it.”
She was within
arm’s length of him. She released the squirming fish into the water.
“You wanted to
let it go? Look, I . . .”
The man talked
too much. She swam closer, tentatively.
The fisherman
looked at her, at her dappled skin and the dark rust hair spreading into the
water. She wouldn’t ordinarily have been so bold. The weight off her tail was
going to her head. She let him take in the black of her eyes, the gills on her
throat. He gazed in wonder, and his fingers twitched to a small square piece of
plastic on top of his tackle box.
“Can I take your
picture? What . . . are you?”
A smile played
across her lips, and she spoke to him in a silvery voice. “I’m the Mermaid.”
“Wow. I . . .
wow. I’m, uh, Norm. Do I, like, make a wish or something?”
“You can, if you
want. I’ll listen.”
She reached up
with delicate fingers to touch him. Her fingers brushed the pockets of his
fishing vest, playing with wonder over the bits and baubles there meant to lure
the attention of fish. The man forgot about his camera and stared, transfixed.
Muirenn reached
up for his collar . . .
. . . and
dragged him down into the water.
He splashed and
flailed. She brought him down—down to the bottom of the creek. It wasn’t so
far, but it was far enough for a land dweller. He couldn’t fight her for long.
He thrashed until his lungs grew heavy with creek water. He convulsed as the
lack of oxygen reached his heart and filtered up to his brain. And then he
stopped.
Muirenn grinned,
showing row upon row of shark-like teeth. She ripped off his arm and began to
chew. It had been so long since she’d had anything but the errant fish that
wandered into her realm . . . this was a meal worth waiting for.
The creek ran
red.

 

Red as the idle
red-and-white bobber drifting on the surface of the water.
 
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, also writing contemporary fantasy novels under the
name Alayna Williams.
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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Shadow of the Moon by Kwen D Griffeth

 


Shadow of the Moon
Shadow Series
Book One
Kwen D Griffeth
Genre: Fantasy/Murder/Romance
Date of Publication: Oct 31, 2017
ASIN: B075XCD516
Number of pages: 336
Word Count: 96042
Cover Artist: Stefanie Cassidy
Tagline: A Fantasy about Love, Murder, and Werewolves
Book Description:
The grisly murder of a diplomat’s son in Central Park draw NYPD Detective Gerald Meeker and FBI Special Agent Andee Trakes into a twisted and confusing investigation. Within hours, the evidence indicates the man was executed in the manner saved for werewolves. Andee Trakes is assigned to liaison with a history professor, who is an expert on folklore and legends.
Professor Alwyn Lloyd, handsome, articulate and successful, not only agrees the method of death was indeed an execution, he claims to be a werewolf. Andee is torn between the desire to date the man and the suspicion to arrest him.
From the initial killing in the park, a bloody spree is ignited that soon has Andee and Lloyd forced to work together to protect themselves and family members. 
Shadow of the Moon explores the world of werewolves and paints a picture of what is good about them, as well as bad. The story explains what is beautiful as well as ugly about the wolf.
The story is fast paced and full of interesting characters and several twists and turns to keep both the fantasy as well as the suspense and romance enthusiasts entertained.
Excerpt:
“I’m Professor
Lloyd’s assistant. Is he expecting you?” Her smile never wavered, though the
hand dropped to her side.
“No, as I said,
I’m with the FBI, and we don’t normally make appointments.”
Miranda, with
smile still in place, walked to the door leading to the professor’s office as
she said, “Let me check with him, but I’m sure he will be able to meet with
you. I keep his appointment calendar, so I know he’s not overly busy.”
“Hey, I was here
first, and I’ve waited thirty minutes.”
Trakes turned
back to the office and noticed a blonde had stood to announce her displeasure.
She tried to show her indignation with the agent, but her glare fell short.
Trakes smiled at
the student and held out her FBI credentials for the blonde to see.
“I’m with the
FBI, sweetie. We get cuts.”
Behind her, she
heard Miranda say, “Sit down, Shelly, you know as well as I do the professor
won’t change your grade.”
Trakes turned
back to Miranda and waved the credentials one more time.
“These are
really the only announcement I need, but thank you. I’ll just pop in. Then the
professor and I will get acquainted.”
Before Miranda
could object, the agent turned and stepped through the door.
Her first impression
of the office was the desk. It was large, made of wood and appeared antique.
The floor was wood, with a large rug that covered most of it. Like the outer
office, this one was also wainscoted with dark wood paneling. Opposed to the
other space, this one was painted an off-white the rest of the way to the
10-foot ceiling. Again, keeping with the theme set by the outer office, this
one also had pictures and paintings on every wall. Bookcases, shelves and glass
cases flanked the desk, with two chairs centered in front of it. A two-person
sofa along the wall to the left and a coffee table finished the décor.
Professor Lloyd sat behind the desk.
He studied
papers with his head lowered, and her first glimpse of him took in the breadth
of his shoulders and his hair. It was thick and dark, almost black down the
center of the head, but shaded to grey by the time it reached the man’s ears.
It was combed back, but a natural part down the center caused it to fall to
each side. She wondered what it felt like, then forced herself to refocus.
As she stepped
through the door, Trakes announced, “Good afternoon, I’m…”
He looked up
from his papers.
The eyes were a
pale blue. Ice blue. The shade of blue used to sell breath mints, and her
intake of air seemed fresher as it travelled to her lungs. The eyes were hard
and unwelcoming. Andee wished she had waited to be announced. She stepped into
the room and tripped on the edge of the rug. She whispered a curse, caught her
balance, held her blush to a minimum and muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have…”
Those eyes,
still focused on her, softened enough to indicate his irritation at the
interruption had grown into a mild curiosity. As he studied her, he allowed an
eyebrow to raise and his head to cant to one side. She suddenly felt exposed,
and her blush from the ungainly entry deepened. Her heart paused, and then
quickened. Her stomach tickled, then settled into nervousness. Her underarms
damped and a question about deodorant flashed through her mind. She tried again
to introduce herself, but discovered she had forgotten her name.
“Professor,
I’m…a…I’m…”
Her words came
in a small squeak. It may have been the squeak a mouse makes when she sees the
hawk dive, but it was certainly the squeak of prey. She froze. The corners of
his mouth turned.
“Uncle Alwyn,
you stop this. Stop it, right now.”
The commands
came from Miranda, and the professor looked past Trakes to his niece, who was
standing in the doorway. As he broke eye contact, Andee gulped air. She
realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
“Uncle Alwyn,
I’m ashamed of you,” Miranda continued, and she took Andee’s arm and assisted
her to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Andee smiled her gratitude as
she felt dizzy. She looked up at the assistant, who smiled down at her.
“Don’t mind my
uncle. He does that sometimes. It’s because he is an Alpha.”
“He’s a what?”
Andee felt as if
she was clearing a fog.
“He’s an Alpha,
and sometimes he takes advantage.”

 

“An Alpha? Is
that a fraternity?”
About the Author:
Winner of Readers’ Favorite Silver Award for Historical Fiction/Western, Kwen knew he wanted to be a writer when he was fourteen years old. He felt the urge when he finished Earnest Hemingway’s masterpiece “For Whom The Bell Tolls.” The story touched him in a way no other book ever had. It transported a kid born and raised on a farm and ranch in Idaho to the mountains of Spain. It took him back in time forty years to witness the Spanish Civil War. Kwen knew he wanted to share that wonder with other people.
John Lennon said, “Life is what happens while you make other plans.” While Kwen lived a full and varied life, his dream of writing remained in the back of his mind.
Finally, in 2012, he wrote a novella named Dear Emma. He self-published through Amazon and asked people to read it. “The best way to see if I can write is to let people check it out,” he said. Like it, they did. Currently, Dear Emma enjoys a 4.8 out of 5 stars rating on Amazon. 
Often asked what genre he writes, Kwen replies he writes stories about people and uses the genre that best fits the story. “I think of the genre, or setting as another character that interacts to help tell the story,” he says. 
His most often received and constant comment is how real his characters seem. Upon the completion of his historical fiction trilogy Sam and Laura books, a reader telephoned Kwen and directed him to write more stories about the couple. When asked why the reader was so adamant about more stories, he replied he “wasn’t ready to tell Sam and Laura good bye yet.” 
Kwen considers that comment one of his highest compliments.
Kwen’s books are getting some attention from the literary community. The Law of Moses, the Silver Award winner from Readers’ Favorite, and The Tenth Nail both received the Gold Award from Literary Titan Book Review. In addition, The Law of Moses was awarded five 5 Star Reviews from the reviewers of Readers’ Favorite.
Kwen’s books are available in several formats; e-Book, paperback, and audio. He invites you to check his writings out. Who knows? He might become your next favorite author.