Deepest Midnight by Clara Winter

Deepest Midnight
The Immortal Kindred Series
Book One
Clara Winter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Date of Publication: June 25, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-945910-64-7
Number of pages: 162
Word Count: 48,903
Tagline: True love never dies
Book Description:
True love never dies. At least it doesn’t for Millicent, a once French noblewoman turned immortal vampire. Her big problem is that the love of her life was murdered before she was granted immortality. Forever is a long time to live in despair. 240 years later, she happens upon an English actor named Jack, who happens to look exactly like her dead lover.
Trying to figure out Jack’s true soul identity becomes complicated by her own uncertainty, Jack’s mortality, and the other man in Millicent’s life. Alexandre, her maker and companion, isn’t going to make it too easy for her. Millicent must decide if she’s going to continue to be led by others or take the reins and drive the outcome of her life.
Deepest Midnight is set in modern day Savannah, Ga with occasional glimpses back to 18th century France.


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Excerpt 2:
I reach into my
clutch to take out my phone. Someone may as well get lucky tonight. Before I
can begin my text, Alexandre is next to me. Being psychically linked to him
stinks sometimes. Ok, all the time. If I wasn’t so lazy, I would learn how to
shield my thoughts.
I put my phone
away. He says, “You know I hate texting.”
“Why are you
whispering? Who could possibly hear us?” I ask, in my sweetest southern belle
accent. Irritating him is what I do best, although he doesn’t always take the
bait.
“Do you see
her?” He pauses, looking around. “There she is in the back, next to the man
with the copper hair. Don’t you have a thing for gingers, Mills?” He tugs on my
arm, pointing with his other hand, as I look up.
Alexandre starts
explaining how he is going to approach her. I roll my eyes. He thinks he can
just walk up to a world-famous movie star, throw up an eyebrow, and she’ll be
stripping naked. The annoying thing is, she probably will. On the last half of
my eye roll, I lock eyes with a man who was murdered over two hundred years ago.
All the breath leaves my body.

About the Author:

Clara Winter grew up reading Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, and Alice in Wonderland, while watching Buck Rogers, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. Writing her own stories naturally ensued. She is a wife, mother, and former school counselor, with a Master’s Degree in Counseling. Amy is from Colorado Springs, Co and currently resides in Mission Viejo, Ca. 

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Cover Reveal The Pre-Programming by B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler


The
Pre-Programming
Circo del Herrero
(The
Blacksmith’s Circus)
Vol.
2
B.L.A.
and G.B. Gabbler
Genre: Mythpunk, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: SOBpublishing
Date of Publication: October 2018
Number of pages: 421
Word Count: 143,700
Cover Artist: SOBpublishing
Tagline: Vulcan’s ancient
Automata find their purpose rebooted in the second installment of the CIRCO DEL
HERRERO series.
Book Description:
The crippled god of metallurgy,
fire, and alchemy has many names and many faces—sometimes Hephaestus, Ptah, or
Vulcan. He changes to suit his needs. And just like his names, his creations
have gone through countless revisions. This time, he’s finally onto
something—his Automata have turned the heads of other gods. They’ve noticed
their pre-programmed potential. There’s a reason Vulcan didn’t scrap the
Automata—a reason he left them in the care of humans all this time. They were
just the beta testers for his most intricate windup toy yet…
Vulcan’s ancient Automata find
their purpose rebooted in the second installment of the CIRCO DEL HERRERO/THE
BLACKSMITH’S CIRCUS series. Their immortal human Masters will drop like
flies—superfluous in the next round as the gods shuffle in a new deck of
fateful cards. The Masters can choose how and when, but they will all die to
free the Automata of their earthly chains. Odys and his Automaton, Maud,
struggle to protect his twin sister from the plotting of his dual-bodied
adversaries. But his sister, Odissa, finds herself a willing participant in The
Blacksmith’s latest exhibition—could she be the missing cog to the god’s
tightly wound machine all along?
In
this thrilling sequel to THE AUTOMATION, the Narrator and Editor drag readers
deeper into the dark history and even darker future of Automata. When the
subterranean god emerges with his postlapsarian blueprint, so will the truth
about B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler. Ideal for fans of Scott Hawkin’s The Library at
Mount Char, Jo Walton’s The Just City, and all the way to Homer’s The Odyssey,
THE PRE-PROGRAMMING is a literary outrage that dares you to keep reading
between the lines and the footnotes.

The Automation 

Book One in the Circo
del Herrero Series 

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Excerpt:
‘“Why did you
call me Dorothy?” Odissa seized the sides of his face, as if she had Dorian
trapped now.
“Why? Do you not
like this yellow brick road I’m escorting you down?” He sunk lower into the
tub, angling her grip on him. Her fingers slid a little on his wet skin. His
hair touched the water and fanned out like an aura. He wanted to make sure her
hands were still playing nicely.
“That’s not a
real answer, Dorian.” She leaned into him.
He floated away
from her. He spread out his arms along the tub. His grey eyes closed, readying
himself. “I suppose you have a right to know. Odys will tell you eventually,
I’m sure. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”
“About what?”
He rubbed a
finger over his pink upper lip at a false itch. “I knew your real parents,
Odissa. At least, I think I did. But I won’t tell you more than that.”
“Why not?”
“Not only would
your brother hate me for it, but…” He trailed off.
“Since when do
you care what my brother wants? I think he’ll be too distracted about the other
stuff we’ve done to care if you tell me. And does this mean he knows? Why does
he know but I don’t? It isn’t fair.”
“Your brother
knows as much as I do. And believe me, that means he’s not sure of anything.”
“Not sure of
what, Dorian?”
He merely
smiled. “I’m going to make the others adore you, Odissa. Just you wait. I need
to warn you that when they start arriving they might be a little suspicious
about what we’ve been up to. They might not understand. Don’t worry. I’ll
handle it. They’ll love you. They’ll let me save you.”
“Save me?”
“When we find
Madus, he’ll be perfect for you. A twin for a twin.”
She had no idea
what he was talking about.
“Then Leeland
will never get to you. No one will ever take you away from me again.” He was
smiling to himself once more, his finger back at that lip.
“Exactly how
many times have I been taken away before?”
“Once, in the
past. But an Automaton will keep you here with me forever. You understand?
Maybe then—once you have an Automaton—you’ll understand what happened to your
parents, why I did what I had to. The Automaton will explain everything.”
“What did you do
to my parents, Dorian?” Her heart was making the water ripple despite her body
remaining still. “I don’t want an Automaton.”
“Your brother
wants you to have one too.” To himself, “That’s why he went so willingly to
Rosemund.” 
Not sure what he
meant, “He won’t give me one if I do not want one.”
“None of us were
really given a choice, Odissa. You think you will be? And the others will want
to make me happy. I will win them over. I will gain their votes. Why wouldn’t
you want an Automaton? You either become one of us or we get rid of you
eventually. Why not finalize the deal? You have no life to go back to.”
“You’ve made
sure of that, haven’t you?”
He licked his
lip, wondering why she was so obstinate. Could she not see what he meant? Surely—for
she could see everything else.
“Then let me
know why you won’t tell me. Why can’t you tell me why I’m Dorothy?”
His jaw
clenched. He did not like her persistence. “You would hate me, that’s why.”
“What if I
promised I wouldn’t? Why would it change so much between us? Aren’t we destined
to be in love with each other?”
“No. I’m
destined to be in love with you. The gods promised us nothing about your love.”
“You were angry
with me when I didn’t say I was married. Now you’re the one hiding the truth.” 
The water
rippled as he huffed. “Leeland has leverage—family members, pets, friends. He
uses leverage to try and get our Automatons. He had leverage on me, but…I still
have an Automaton, Odissa. You understand what I’m saying?”
He heard her try
to swallow.
“Do you
understand, Odissa?”’
About
the Authors:
BLA and GB Gabbler [really just a
pen name – singular] are the Editor and Narrator behind the Circo del Herrero
series. THE AUTOMATION, vol. 1 of the series, is a mythpunk novel that puts a
postmodern spin on how we interpret myth and literature. Gabbler’s work
typically explores ways in which robots and religion intersect. You can read
more of their work on the Fanzine. Their second volume, THE PRE-PROGRAMMING, is
scheduled for release in 2018. You can read the first volume for free.
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Alien Revelation by Nicole Krizek

Alien Revelation
The Arathian Series
Book Four

 

Nicole Krizek

 

Genre: Sci-fi/erotica
Date of Publication: June 12, 2018.
ISBN: 9781976922275
ASIN: B07BFTSJG4 for ebook
Number of pages: 312
Word Count: 80,000 words
Formats available: Amazon eBook, Audible audiobook,  and paperback
Cover Artist: Cindy Nickles
Tagline: They must act swiftly to secure their future…and that of the entire Arathian race.
Book Description:
Heralded as the saviors of the Arathian species for their ability to procreate with the infertile Arathians, Earthers are honored citizens on Arath. While his son and extended family seem to be enjoying their new lives on the alien planet, the young widower, Conall MacLeod, feels like he doesn’t have a purpose on their extraordinary world.
His future is forever changed when he meets an Arathian male and female who make him wish for a second chance at love. But nothing is ever easy…
Conall’s self-identity is entrenched in the idea that he’s a monogamous—and heterosexual—man, yet he finds himself unexpectedly lusting after two people, one of them, shockingly, male. He can’t deny that he craves things he’s never wanted before, but if he’s ever going to find love again, he must get past his insecurities and rewrite his own self-image.
Who are the Arathians unexpectedly turning Conall’s head, and heart?
Onalee Cormikan is the co-heiress to Cormikan Industries, the leading medical research firm on Arath, which is devoted to finding a cure for their infertility. Considered reclusive by her peers after the tragic death of her parents, she’s content to support her older brother in the search for a cure… until she meets Brogan, Conall, and his family.
They make her yearn to step out of her possessive brother’s shadow, and explore what—and who—she wants in life.
Brogan is a First Lieutenant of the Arathian Royal Guard, entrusted with the protection of Arath’s soon-to-be monarchs. Solely dedicated to his job, he never expected to find a future outside his passion for his work. Yet Conall’s internal struggles seem to stand in the way of their happy future together as a trio. It’s a good thing Brogan likes a challenge.
Conall’s struggle with his sexuality isn’t the only problem facing the threesome.
As the royal coronation for Princess Jayda, Prince Deian, and Prince Lukas draws near, a new terrorist organization emerges: one that threatens not only the royal trio, but all Earthers on Arath.
With the cure to Arathians’ infertility in sight, Conall, Onalee, and Brogan must do what they can to secure both their future, and that of the Arathian race.
Warning: this book contains explicit scenes of intimacy between three consensual adults: M/F, M/M, and M/M/F.
 
Excerpt
From Chapter 3:
Across the
field, he saw Forkan Cormikan emerge from the gardens with a female on his
arm—a beautiful female.
Brogan felt his
breath rush out of his lungs as his entire being focused on the pair across the
lawn. Was she Forkan’s mate? No, she couldn’t be. Brogan knew that the male
wasn’t mated, and that he rarely brought dates out in public. Was this his
sister? Please let her be his sister.
Her long hair
was held back from her face by braids, and fell down her back in a black
waterfall. She was slight in stature, and thin—as if she hadn’t eaten a decent
meal in months. Her head turned, taking in the scene, and Brogan wondered what
shade of green her eyes were.
He casually
moved towards them—not because he felt a pull to do so. Nope. Not at all. It was
his duty to keep tabs on all of the guests, including the beautiful females.
He was halfway
to the pair, when Forkan broke away from her and headed towards a group of
council members. The female was left alone, standing at the edge of the lawn,
holding her small purse with both hands in front of herself.
Brogan stopped
and pretended to be admiring the nearby foliage. He sipped his glass of water
and watched the female. She didn’t seem upset that she’d just been abandoned.
Her gaze
wandered over the lawn, while his eyes stayed glued to her. She was absolutely
beautiful. Her skin was a light shade of tan, decorated with golden oriaglyphs
that ran the length of her arms.
Oriaglyphs were
extremely expensive, and few women had that level of decoration on their
bodies. The golden tattoos shone in the sunlight, and seemed to make her
glimmer. Brogan focused on the symbol high on her shoulder that signified her
family, and was unsurprised to see the Cormikan family crest.
This was
definitely Onalee, Forkan’s reclusive sister.
Brogan had long
ago learned all of the Council members and their families by name and
appearance, but even after the dozens of events he’d attended as a Guard for
the royal family, he’d never seen Onalee in person. He remembered that she’d
been home-schooled after the loss of her parents when she was practically a
child. Still a young man himself, Forkan had become her guardian. She’d never
gone to vocational training, like most young people, and instead had had
private tutors. Now a grown woman, she didn’t have a profession, and had never
mated.
Brogan couldn’t
see why: she was lovely. There was no way males had stayed away from her,
especially given her family’s status.
He heard a large
splash come from the lake, and watched Onalee’s face light up in a bright
smile. If he’d thought her beautiful standing there placid, it didn’t compare
to when she genuinely smiled; it was like she was lit from within. Brogan
stared, completely transfixed, as something inside of him shifted.
He reached out
and grasped a nearby tree trunk to keep himself grounded. Inside, he had no
clue what the hell was going on. His chest was tight, his heart hammered so
hard that he was becoming lightheaded. Farther south, his groin tightened with
each moment he watched the female.
Brogan closed
his eyes tightly, and willed his body to gain control of itself. Nothing like
this had ever happened, and he wasn’t sure if it was a positive thing or not.
Most assuredly
not, he told himself. He’d gone through years of specialized training to be at
the top of his profession. Nothing had ever thrown him off-kilter. Until one
tiny slip of a female, he added.
Against his
wishes, Brogan’s attention remained on Onalee. She spent another few moments
watching the children play at the lake, before she shook herself and moved
towards the food tents.
About the Author:
Born and raised outside of Portland, Oregon Nicole spent most of her childhood outside; the beach was her favorite place on Earth. When forced indoors by the lovely Oregon weather, she spent most of her time doing art.
In high school she continued taking art classes and focused on music- choir mostly. Nicole was introduced to romance novels in college, which kindled her love for reading! In the years since she’s devoured hundreds of books, and although she likes other genres she always come back to romance… because the endings are always happy ones.
In 2013, after hearing her expound on her imaginative creations for years, Nicole’s husband encouraged her to write her own book. She began writing the next day and decided that she’d keep going until it wasn’t fun any longer. Three years later she’s still going!
Moving often for her husband’s work and in recent years has lived in: Texas, Oklahoma, Alaska, California, and North Dakota. Her family currently lives in Sicily, Italy. Thankfully she can write from anywhere in the world!
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