Shifting Auras by Claire Davon

Shifting Auras

The Universe Chronicles

Book One
Claire Davon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Date of Publication:  July 25, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-68291-725-1
Number of pages: 203
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: Ramona Lockwood
When Maya gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her a hot, amber-eyed Universe operative.
Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail Maya . . . if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.
Book Description:
Maya Wingfield was raised to trust no one—least of all the dueling U.S. and Russian paranormal agencies, Universe and Night Stars, who’d love to harness her mind-reading gift.
She thought Richmond a safe place to escape their influence and hide from a rising psychic malevolence that drove her out of San Diego. But when she gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her an amber-eyed Universe operative with an impenetrable net around his deepest secret—and a voice that sends shock waves of awareness down her nerve endings.
Maya’s curves and aquamarine eyes aren’t the only things that jolt Ian Sanderson’s mental shields, bringing sexual tension thrumming back to life. It’s a power his Universe-trained mind knows he shouldn’t trust. And a vulnerability that makes his telekinetic power burn in his palms to protect her.
But to Universe, she is just one of too many unanswered questions. A target for Whisper, a shadowy new group of paranormals with powers beyond anything Universe has ever seen. Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail again . . . if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.
The metallic
squeal in the distance indicated the train was arriving. A light in the tunnel
swept across the concrete wall as it rounded a curve and the brakes continued
to shriek. People began to crowd the yellow line, jostling for position, trying
to determine where the doors would open so they could leap on and get a seat, a
premium on the Metro.
By now the train
was visible, moving at a rate that didn’t seem normal. His experience with the
Washington Metro was limited, but the tube in London would have been slowing by
Awareness flowed
through the air, and there was a shift in the commuters as they began to
understand that something wasn’t right. Ian released Maya and shoved her behind
him. People scattered as the train started screaming into the station at too
high a speed.
“Bugger all,”
Ian said and reached out with his talent.
Without warning,
Maya was yanked from behind him and hurtled toward the moving train before he
could halt her.
He split his
mind, one focusing on the subway cars and one on her. People were flowing
around her, one or two pausing to try and help the woman jerking past them.
Maya careered forward, out of their grasp. Sparks lit the tracks as the wheels
lifted off the rails, the engineer no doubt applying the brakes in an effort to
make the cars stop.
Ian’s talent
blazed through him, starting in his belly and moving up his body. It pulsed and
crackled, filling him with power fueled by fury and desperation. He reached out
his hand, the palm glowing red as his ability hissed out in an arc. Maya halted
on the demarcation line that had just been vacated, her eyes wide and staring.
Her body was stiff, and her head was bent backwards in an attempt to clear it
from the path of the oncoming train.
Beads of sweat
broke out along Ian’s body as he found the train’s brakes on the wheels,
applying pressure via his telekinesis. The conductor was already applying
everything to the pedals, but they were going all the way to the floor.
Instead, Ian focused everything on those pads, stomping down as if he were
physically there. The train lurched and made a shrieking sound as it slowed. It
slid by Maya, her hair blowing back from the rush of displaced air.
For a panicked
moment, Ian saw Maya falling onto the tracks in his mind’s eye. Inside, the
people standing were thrown forward and then back as the brakes caught. The
train shuddered and ground to a halt.
Ian stumbled
when he released his grasp on the train. Maya ran to him as he slumped, his
shaking hands still glowing with red light. Energy drained from him but all
that mattered was Maya, safe.
The train doors
opened, and frightened passengers disembarked rapidly. The tourists had wide
eyes and open mouths while the regulars seemed more sanguine. They were used to
the vagaries of the subway and to them it was nothing more than a bad stop. A
very bad stop, to be sure, but just a random day on the Washington Metro.
“Ian?” Maya
asked, and he tasted the acrid, metallic scent of fear. It had been a long time
since anyone had mattered.
“What did you
sense? Anything?”
“I . . . it was
so brief. Someone surfaced and before I could react to his mind—it felt like a
he— I was being shoved forward. I reached out and tried to stop him, but I
didn’t know how. It had to be a telekinetic, right?” By her expression he
didn’t think she expected an answer. “It was only a flash, and then it was
gone. Why, Ian? What did he want?”

The oath on
Ian’s lips was savage. “I don’t know who it was, but they won’t get away with
this. Blast. Yin was right. You’re in danger.”

About the Author:

Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s.
A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean.
In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances as well as.
While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to breaking into song, she is quick on her feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she enjoys animal rescue, reading, and movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line.

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Jasper’s Quest by Blair Drake

Jasper’s Quest
Finding Magic
Book Three
Blair Drake

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Magic Quest Books

Date of Publication: June 21, 2018


Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 79,800

Cover Artist: Jennifer Zemanek/Seedlings LLC

Tagline: What would you do to find your magic?

Book Description:

When seventeen-year-old Jasper Walker is caught up in a violent storm and flung off the roof of Gray Cliffs Academy along with nine of his school mates, he has no idea what is happening. Even stranger is the unfamiliar world he finds himself in. An alternate universe that reminds him of Africa, he’s startled to discover the year is 1675 and no one in the land of Ardhi has a clue about the world he came from. Then he meets Rylan, a magical healer who has been cursed by an evil king to age well past his time. If the curse isn’t broken, Rylan will die and time is running out…

Jasper is shocked to discover he’s the only one who can break the curse. He must call on his magical powers of supernatural strength and face a multitude of challenges in order to save Rylan’s life…and return to Gray Cliffs Academy.

Jasper Walker
landed on the hard ground with a thud and groaned from shock. Winded, he gasped
for breath, wincing at the stabbing pain knifing through his chest. He forced
himself to breath more slowly, easing air between his clenched teeth.
Gradually, the pain subsided and he breathed normally again.
He struggled to
his feet, grateful to discover he hadn’t done any serious damage to his body
during the fall. Apart from sore muscles, he didn’t feel any different than
before.  And then he looked about himself
in growing confusion. There was one big difference – his surroundings.
Where am I?
He stood near
the edge of a thick forest. Tall trees stretched upwards, blocking a portion of
the sky. The sun hung low to the horizon, painting the ground with violet
shadows. The night would soon be upon him.
He drew in
another breath. The air was hot and humid and felt heavy in his lungs. The snow
that gathered earlier on his clothes had already melted, leaving him
uncomfortably damp. He took a few steps forward and then turned around, not knowing
which way to go. If he turned right, he’d end up deeper in the forest. To the
left, was an open plain.
Which way?
And then came a
haunting cry, the same anguished plea he’d heard through the storm. Shivers
coursed up and down his spine. He couldn’t tell if the cry was human or not,
but it was definitely from something in a great deal of distress. His instincts
kicked in, and he headed away from the forest in the direction of the sound.
Across the plain, through a stand of trees, hurrying now. The cries grew louder
and with them other sounds joined in. Laughter reached his ears, sounding
incongruous alongside the painful pleas. He crept closer, his heart thumping.
Taking cover
behind a large baobab tree, he discovered a natural clearing among another thin
clump of trees. Shadows stretched long, dark fingers across the ground. Peering
into the dimness, he swallowed a gasp. A group of people, made up of men and
women, boys and girls surrounded an old man who lay in the dirt. The man was
curled up in a fetal position with his hands covering his face.
Jasper watched
one of the male spectators lash out with his foot and connect with the old man
on the ground. A howl of pain went through the victim. He curled up even
tighter, whimpering.
The crowd
laughed even louder. “Ye call yerself a healer! Ye say ye’ve saved so many of
us over the years. Why don’t ye get up and save yerself!” another man in the
crowd jeered.
“Yer a has-been.
No good to anyone, or anything. Yer time is over, old man,” another tormentor
mocked and aimed another vicious kick at the victim.
Rage surged
through Jasper at the injustice of the scene unfolding before him. A
defenseless old man was being persecuted for no good reason. It was something
he couldn’t tolerate. It reminded him of some of the younger students at the
Gray Cliffs Academy who found themselves the brunt of jokes from older kids.
Jasper had a reputation as someone who stood up for the underdog. Now he burned
with the need to do something to assist the old man who lay helpless on the
ground at the mercy of the cruel crowd.
He took another
moment to look around him and did a rough head count of the spectators gathered
around. He was outnumbered by far, and a sizeable portion of the mob were
full-grown men. Jasper was tall for his age and physically fit, yet he was no
match for the men who made up the crowd.
Still, he
couldn’t sit there and do nothing. The man on the ground was crying in pain.
Then he saw three of the boys pick up large rocks and aim them toward their
victim. Before he could fully process what was happening, the boys hurled their
missiles. They landed with remarkable accuracy, thudding against the man’s head
and shoulder and back. Each time, the man cried out.
Unable to hold
back another moment, Jasper burst out from his hiding place, his fists
The spectators
gasped collectively in surprise. The ones with their backs to him turned
around. All of them took a step back. He glared at the gathered crowd, his
breath coming fast. Adrenaline surged through his veins. They stared at Jasper
in shock. He understood their reaction.
Every member of
the crowd, including the man on the ground, was dressed in funny garments, like
something he’d see on an old-fashioned movie based in ancient times. The coarse
homespun fabric looked something like burlap. The men wore tunics that hung
loosely from their frames and fell past their knees. The women wore long
dresses made from the same material.
He looked down
at his school uniform – the navy-blue blazer, white shirt, blue-and-maroon
school tie and gray pants. His lace-up school shoes were still shiny. He’d
polished them only that morning. It felt like a lifetime ago.
“W-who are ye?”
one of the male adults of the crowd demanded.
The man was
broad across the chest, with arms as thick as tree trunks. Jasper trembled
inside, but forced himself to maintain eye contact.
“My name is
Jasper Walker. Who are you?” he stated clearly.
The man gathered
himself together, and when he spoke again, his voice was loud and firm. “I’m
Baron Drakor. What is yer business here?”
Jasper took a
few more steps forward. Most of the crowd drew back. Baron Drakor remained
where he was. Jasper narrowed his gaze at the man, and then pointed to the
figure on the ground. “That man is a friend of mine. I demand you release him.”
Drakor’s face
split into a wide grin. Huge guffaws filled the air. His whole body shook with
mirth. Many in his crowd of supporters began to laugh. He crossed his arms over
his powerful chest and stared hard at Jasper.
“A friend of yers,
you say? How could that be? This man has lived in my village since I was born.
I know every inch of this land and everyone in it, and I’ve never set eyes on
Jasper thought
fast. He had no idea where he was, but it was obvious he’d been thrust somewhere
far back in time. He could hardly admit he was a school boy snatched from the
twenty-first century. They’d think he was crazy and might turn on him next.
No, he had to
continue with his bluff and pray they set the old man free. It was his only
hope. He glanced down at the victim and saw blood running from a wound on his
face. Jasper’s anger surged inside him. Once again, his hands clenched into
Refusing to be
intimidated by Drakor’s glare, Jasper shrugged. “Perhaps you’re not as widely
traveled as you have people believe.”
The crowd
sniggered. Drakor’s face turned red. He turned angry eyes on Jasper. “How dare
ye!” he spat. “I am the King’s representative. No one, and I mean no one, speaks to me like that!”
Without warning,
the man lunged at Jasper and knocked him off his feet. Caught unawares, Jasper
fell hard. Once again, the air was knocked out of him and he wheezed and gasped
for breath. The crowd erupted into laughter. Anger and embarrassment burned on
Jasper’s face. Anger won out. He surged to his feet, his fists at the ready.
Drakor laughed
even harder. “Oh look, the young pup wants to fight me! How about that?”
The laughter of
the crowd grew louder and Jasper understood why. Drakor was a mountain of a
man. His heavy black beard and narrowed black eyes made him look even more
menacing. Jasper glared at his opponent and at the same time tried hard to stem
the trembling that had started in his body.
“Come on, then!
Let’s do it,” Jasper urged before his courage gave out.
Drakor shook his
head in surprise. He chuckled. “Don’t be stupid, boy. I’d knock yer head off.
Now, go home to yer mother and leave us to finish our business. If ye turn and
leave right now, I’ll forget yer impudence.”
Jasper turned
his gaze on the old man who still lay curled up on the ground. One of his eyes
was swollen shut, but he looked at Jasper out of the other one. Hope and
desperation warred in the old man’s eyes. Tears leaked down his cheek. Jasper
saw he was the man’s only hope. If he turned his back on him, the old man would
surely be stoned and beaten to death.
“Come on, boy.
It’s none of yer business. Go back home to yer momma, where ye belong.”

guffaws and jeers of the crowd filled Jasper’s ears. For a fleeting moment, he
thought about turning away and leaving them to it, but then he saw the poor man
who cowered on the ground, and he couldn’t do it. With a surge of
determination, he tightened his fists and charged.

About the Author:

Blair Drake believes in magic, especially the magic of stories with fantasy, adventures, romance, action, and surprises. She has loved writing and living in the stories of the Finding Magic series and is so excited to share the quests of the Gray Cliffs Academy students with her readers.

When she’s not writing about magic, she’s reading about it. Her influences are Cassandra Claire, Neil Gaiman, Rick Riordan, Garth Nix, and many more.

In the mortal plane, following the lure of magic has drawn Blair into strange and wonderful adventures from Australia to New York City, with many stops in between. She currently lives near Denver. Her very favorite spot is a red loveseat in her office, frequently shared with two cats, an outnumbered Dalmation, and occasionally her bewitched husband.

She might have gone to a school similar to Gray Cliffs Academy and would love to go through a magic portal. In the meantime, she’s creating her own in more books of magic.

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Crimson by T.L. Christianson


Moroi Society
Book One
T.L. Christianson
Genre: Paranormal Romance and Fantasy
Date of Publication: July 3, 2018
ISBN: 9781983086830
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 62,519
Cover Artist: London Montgomery Covers
Tagline: Secrets and Lies of a Living Vampire
Book Description:
Vampire Elizabeth was looking for a distraction when she took a job on the isolated estate of scientist Dr. Owen Bennett. Expecting him to be an eccentric old man, the Doctor, turns out to be a lot younger than expected and sparks fly. As Liz struggles with her past and a possible future with Owen, she realizes that things around the Bennett compound aren’t quite adding up.
Suspecting that Dr. Bennett might be a vampire, she begins to search for evidence. However, the more she learns, the more questions she has. To add to the mystery, the doctor’s wife has seemingly vanished, he’s tight-lipped about who they work for, and his research is kept under lock and key.
When the pieces finally come together, Elizabeth is faced with a secret that could have serious repercussions for all Moroi vampires. Could she be on the wrong side?
Now that she’s found the second life she’s been searching for, can Elizabeth find her way through this web of secrets and lies or will they be the downfall of it all?
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Teaser Excerpt:
Opening his
eyes, they shone in the moonlight like twin blue diamonds.
I felt a thrill
of excitement and nudged him with my mind.
“Sleep,” I
whispered to him, “sleep.” He obeyed readily in his altered state.
My mouth
watered, I licked my lips and felt my fangs run out. As I bit into his neck, a
sense of relief mixed with euphoria took hold of me. Feeling that hot tangy,
yet chemical filled magic run down my throat was nirvana. I moaned in pleasure
and drank in deep gulps.
About the Author:
T.L. Christianson lives in Colorado with her husband and two children. She’s a graduate from the University of Colorado in Boulder, and an avid outdoors woman. When she’s not hiking or outside on an adventure, she’s reading or writing fantasy and science-fiction.
For more information or to contact T.L., visit her on Facebook or at

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