A Stream of Darkness by Avery Kilpatrick

A Stream of Darkness
Crymsen Crescent
Book One
Avery Kilpatrick

Genre: Urban Fantasy, New Adult with a dash of romance
Publisher: Avery Kilpatrick
Date of Publication: July 31, 2020
Word Count: 62,358
Cover Artist: Warren Design

Book Description:

A reformed killer, a dragon agent, and a lone shifter must work together to investigate four abductions…

I’ve always had a close relationship with death.

Six years ago, I was the Renegade, the Wolf of Eden, terrorizing the streets of a small town in Mississippi. Now, after a plea deal that saved my life, I work for the police as a consultant and unofficial cop.

Obsidian Moon, the Underworlder police agency, isn’t doing anything about the disappearances of four college women. It falls to my shoulders while I’m stressing over my college assignments and the new transfer who thinks testing my control is a great pasttime.

Then there’s him. The mystery shifter who danced with me at a club and reminds me of home.  And he seems to be more than just a random stranger who walked up to an ex-murderer and danced rather than fight.

But I have bigger concerns than two sexy men on my tail as a stream of darkness hangs over Paradise Grove.

The opening of a new series, A Stream of Darkness, will have you guessing at every turn and turning the pages to learn more.


I sidestepped the ramming bull—well, technically, he was a werewolf—and watched with growing amusement as he slammed into the bar.
As one of the more prominent clubs on the Quad, Mirage was filled to the brim with writhing bodies hypnotized by the pulsing music that resounded from the DJ’s throne. The walls thrummed with the powerful beats and siren acoustics coaxed people into drowning themselves in alcohol. Flashing lights of gold and sapphire, of ruby and amethyst, of emerald and topaz, cast colorful shadows on the clubbers who watched the growing brawl in amusement and fear.
I cocked my head to the side and ebony-gray curls swayed to the left as mint eyes burned like a raging pyre as I watched him stumble to his feet. A Cheshire Cat smirk pulled my lips back over elongated canines that gleamed under the colorful neon lights. “Olé!”
The bar, a mix of black quartz and wood, won this round as it remained unharmed. The werewolf shook his head, the tightly braided red curls bouncing lightly against the left side of his skull. His jade eyes were glazed in confusion and there were flecks of pale yellow from the wolf peering through his gaze as his temper grew shorter. He held a hand to his side and attempted to take a deep breath only to hiss quietly. Though wolves, like most Underworlders, could heal themselves through either magic or blood, it took time to fix fractured bones. His linebacker build didn’t help matters either as he held out another hand to grip the bar to steady himself.
He snarled, a rumbling sound that probably caused him more pain than he let on. Our audience murmured as the less than sober patrons realized that the scar dominating my face wasn’t just any old scar from a run-in gone awry. Flowing from my left jaw to the bridge of my nose, the puckered, jagged scar was as much a moniker as a reminder of my “sin.”  
“Mind givin’ me another shot, Izzy?” I drawled, my gaze never once leaving the wolf in front of me as we circled each other.
Izzy was already working on my drink before the last word left my mouth. Her hands flashed after working for years as a bartender on the fast-paced Quad, and she wasn’t at all bothered by the brawl in front of her. “I should be cutting you off, Luce, but since alcohol doesn’t effect you—what the hell, right?”
Pink eyes remained amused as she watched the crowd around us groan while money exchanged hands. She had her long, straight platinum locks pulled into a ponytail as two square strips caressed the sides of her sharp cheeks. Placing the shot glass on the tabletop, she placed a fifty-dollar bill beside it with a good-natured grumble.
I chuckled, and the redheaded wolf took the momentary distraction as a chance to tackle me. Sidestepping him, I placed my hands on his back—barely a brush of my fingertips—and slammed my knee into his abdomen. The crunch of bone and the wheeze of air as a rib punctured his lung reached my ears, and my glittering eyes narrowed as he collapsed at my feet with a groan. Either he was truly a newbie with fighting a petite woman like me, or he was attacking with emotion rather than logical reasoning.
As my father would say, he was fighting for his pride and not for survival.
Heading to the bar to collect my shot, I tossed it back with a hearty sigh as the burn slid down my throat. Without me asking, Izzy refilled my glass, and I repeated the action before slamming the shot down on the bar as stumbling steps reached my ears over the roar of the music and drunken crowd. Sighing, I glanced over a narrow shoulder to see the wolf clutching his side as blood dripped from his bottom lip. He just would not accept defeat, no matter how much bigger a predator I was.
“Look, sourpuss,” I adjusted the fingerless gloves on my hands and rolled the sleeves of my leather jacket to my elbows. Pulling my thick, ebony curls behind me, I continued, “I’d hate to kill your pride in front of all these people, but I’ll gladly do it if you’re raring for a good ol’ fight.”

Glaring at me, he clenched his teeth at the calm indifference in my voice as I was not at all intimidated by his hulking form or the flecks of gold in his eyes. He towered over my five-two frame and I looked like a sixteen-year-old girl with a blunt mouth that got me into trouble, but I wasn’t joking around this time.

About the Author:

Avery Kilpatrick was born in Flowood, Mississippi, in April 1996. Raised in a small town in the Mississippi Delta, she has a fondness for nature and the cotton fields that create Southern snow pastures in the fall. After writing her first novel when she was thirteen, Avery decided to pursue her dream as an author at a young age.

An alumnus of Delta State University in Cleveland, Mississippi, Avery graduated with a Bachelor’s in English. She also worked on the student-run newspaper, The Delta Statement, during her four-year career at Delta State as copy-editor and Editor-in-Chief.

Avery currently lives in a ranch-style home in her hometown in Greenwood, Mississippi. The mother of three fur babies, Cinnamon the spoiled cat, Ginger the rambunctious old lady, and Remington a.k.a. Remi the service dog, Avery has enough fur from shedding animals to make a fourth pet. When Avery isn’t busy writing her next novel, she goes on walks with her mother and dogs, watches Outlander or Criminal Minds on Netflix, or can be found curled up on the couch with Cinnamon reading a good book.

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Calypso’s Heart by M.C. Solaris

Calypso’s Heart
An Orion’s Order Novel
Book One
M.C. Solaris

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: M.C. Solaris LLC
Date of Publication: Print Book 5/15/20
Date of Publication: eBook 7/20/20
ISBN: 978-1-952655-00-5 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-952655-01-2 E-book
ISBN: 978-1-952655-02-9 Hardcover
Number of pages: 665
Word Count: 180,000
Cover Artist: Mayhem Cover Creations

Tagline: Sexy Shifters. Hot Vampires. Intriguing Immortals.

Book Description:

If you enjoy Psy-Changeling and Black Dagger Brotherhood, this new series is right up your alley!

Sexy shifters. Hot vampires. Intriguing immortals. Strong heroine. Sizzling romance. Page-turning plot full of emotion and excitement. Modern and fresh take on fated mates.


Do you dream of ridiculously hot men? Okay, maybe you do. (And yes, I’m well aware I should lay off the romance books before bed.) But do you actually ever meet those men you dream about in real life? I didn’t think so. That’s probably a good thing though because I have… And these men from my dreams have done nothing but pull the rug of reality out from under me… which was how I fell and ended up in a world that I thought only existed in romance books.

My name is Caly (AKA Callie) and I’m just an ordinary single woman living the LA dream… paycheck to paycheck. Except whose dream is it? I’m not really sure… but it’s not my dream. Especially because I have really weird dreams… like really weird. Then again, everyone has weird dreams, right?


I am an alpha wolf shifter and leader of Orion’s Order, a pack of… well, not wolves. We’re an unconventional pack of highly skilled specian hunters that do one thing: hunt the evil in our world. And we were hired by SILE (Species Investigative Law Enforcement) to hunt a bloodthirsty criminal who is infamously untraceable. That was until an irresistible female brought an unexpected twist to our hunt and set things in motion… a motion that has left my pack and our world forever changed.

Welcome to The Order and a secret world of magic and mystery, where a pack of unlikely friends find love and fight against an ancient evil force.

Devour this addictive series at your own risk…

+ Happily Ever After

+ Steamy Paranormal Shifter Romance

+ Multiple POV

+ Mature Content


CALYPSO’S HEART is an adult paranormal wolf shifter romance. If you like swoon-worthy males, heroines with feminine strength, an engaging plot, satisfying relationships, steamy love stories, happy ever afters, and getting sucked into a supernatural story, then you’ll want to immerse yourself in the world of species! 

You’ll feel right at home if you’re a JR Ward, Nalini Singh, and Dannika Dark fan.

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“It has the elements you need – love, pain, heartache, action, revenge, some light comedy, etc. I thought the sex scenes were SPOT ON! Like damn those were great. I really felt immersed in it at times and I felt transported into the story.” ★★★★★

“The descriptions and imagery are on point. It’s easy to picture the characters and scenes. I like the multiple POV shifts to better understand and immerse myself in the character’s mind. The sex scenes are steamy and kept me turning the pages.” ★★★★★

“…if you are looking for a book that punches you in your face, right out the gate, with unrealistic action, tasteless sex scenes, and emotional turmoil, this won’t be it. Go watch Shameless instead. But if you are looking for something that unfolds at a pace that gives you time to decipher the characters, setting, and complexities of the story that is to come, then this is for you…” ★★★★★

“…at one point in the book, a group of characters are all introduced in a short amount of time. While this might not be standard protocol for fictional stories, it’s realistic. Trust that it was done with purposeful intent. Without giving away too much about the story, you get to learn about a pack of males in their environment, doing what males do…” ★★★★★

Excerpt 2 Sexual Tension — Caly/Blake Dishwashing

Blake walked over to Caly who was still playing dishwasher at the kitchen sink. His body was just inches away from pressing up close behind her when he reached around either side of her body to place the dishes in the warm and soapy sink. With his hands tangled with hers in the sudsy water, he pressed in close to her backside and kissed her neck. He didn’t care if anyone saw. Hell, it was good if they did see because he was publicly claiming her (as if it wasn’t clear enough already).
“I like how you look in my clothes,” he whispered in her ear.
God, she suddenly remembered that she was the Midol period model. Hot. And it was literally starting to get hot with him behind her all close like that.
“Thank you for the coffee and muffin this morning. It honestly was—”
The most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me and I cried.
“Really thoughtful.”
“My pleasure,” he said in a low voice only meant for her.
She shuddered at the vibrations coming from his chest. It felt as if she was pressed up to a bass speaker. The source of vibrating heat at her back disappeared when Blake rolled away and leaned against the counter in a smooth motion.
As if he didn’t just tease her, he casually continued the conversation, “I intended to have Felix stay in the room with you when you woke but he was hell-bent on following me around.”
Damn if that wasn’t the icing on the cake to her already melting heart.
Speaking of which, where is Felix? she wondered.
As if he read her mind, he gestured with his head to where the twins were sprawled out on the massive couches. And, yeah, Felix was there curled up on Rhyker’s chest. It was a cat nap triad.
See, Caly thought with a smile. She knew Rhyker was a big ol’ softy under that bad boy facade.
“Who usually cleans up around here?” she asked, placing another dish in the dishwasher.
“The general rule is clean up after yourself. And, well, we haven’t all sat down and had a meal together like that in…” He paused in thought. “Ever.”
“Ever?” Caly said with brows popped.
“Sure, sometimes we eat at the same time but it’s more like someone will grab something quick, like a bowl of cereal or a muffin. Or we’ll just order pizza like last night. Usually, the only ones cooking meals are the twins and they tag team and have their own system down. And, yeah, the twins do the shopping and everyone just pitches in for groceries. Once we tried to take turns on the shopping task but that turned out into a brawl when the bacon was forgotten.”
She laughed as he helped her load the last couple of dishes.
“By the way, breakfast was good. Thank you.” He kissed her on the cheek and she blushed.
As if he liked her reaction, he turned her chin toward him with the crook of his finger and kissed her. It was slow as if savoring his favorite dessert. He wanted to take her right there. He imagined lifting her to the edge of the counter, settling between her thighs, slipping his hoodie over her head, leaning down to taste…
Later, he commanded his mind to cut off the fantasy. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t deepen the kiss. When his tongue slid in to dance with hers, a wolf whistle sounded from the twins’ direction. Blake sent them the middle finger while his attention remained on Caly. He playfully nipped at her lower lip and the corners of his lips turned up in a closed-lipped smile. He took a step back leaving some space between them.
“Come on. I’ll show you around the rest of the house.” He tried to sound casual as if that kiss did not just make him want to only show her his bedroom.
Putty. Her legs were putty. It took a moment for them to receive the command from her brain that told them to move. The things this male did to her. Yeah, she was screwed. She recalled the tender moments and deep intimacy they shared last night. She remembered feeling safe while sleeping peacefully and when she blinked her eyes open, she was greeted with hot coffee and a muffin. And, yeah, now the PDA. She felt her mind hop back on the overanalyze express.
Stop, she commanded the railroad conductor. She had to get off that train, and fast… because it was so not the time for that merry go round.

About the Author:

M.C. Solaris’s life took an unexpected turn during the super blood moon eclipse on January 20, 2019. She woke up and began writing bios for her imaginary friends that she met that day. As soon as the pen hit the paper (or fingertips to the iPhone), she couldn’t stop. It was kind of like one of those fire hydrants, spewing copious amounts of water all over the place. The characters and their stories just flowed out of her. She is honored to be the scribe, getting to share her friends’ stories. You can read all about her gifted friends in the Orion’s Order series (Book 1 is Calypso’s Heart).

On a personal note, M.C. Solaris is actually the pseudonym of Marina Schroeder, women’s health enthusiast and lover of all things paranormal romance (PNR) and happily ever after (HEA). When she is not curled up on the sofa with her partner’s oversized hoodie, a PNR novel, peppermint tea, and one of her three cats, you will find her either at the ocean with her toes in the sand or in a forest hugging a tree. Well truthfully? There is one more place you might find her: trolling the aisles of Whole Foods for a satisfying combination of salty and sweet while hiding in her partner’s hoodie… like any proper PNR-writing introvert.

Want to get the latest scoop, sneak peeks, and short shares all about her imaginary friends? Go to www.mcsolaris.com  and sign up for the newsletter.

Welcome to The Order!

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Echo of Eternity by Skyler Patterson #timetravelromance

Echo of Eternity
The Zulu Chronicles
Book One
Skyler Patterson

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Epic Fantasy/Time Travel
Date of Publication:  January 2020
ISBN: 9781687892270
Number of pages: 349
Word Count: 77,000 words

Book Description:

Trina Loveless is a young, beautiful female Lawyer living in New York City. She has it all. She is wealthy. She has the glamorous clothes. The flyest exotic supercars! She has jewelry and the multi-million dollar Penthouse. She and her girlfriends are living their best lives in Manhattan. She is a savvy Lawyer, yet Trina has no luck with men!

Trina is searching for that one, perfect love in all of the right places. All she finds is playboys and creeps!  She continues to be cheated on, and disrespected by men. Trina is biracial. She is half African American and half Irish. Her father hails from Africa, her mother is from Ireland. Trina has never met her father’s family. Trina goes to Africa to locate her relatives on her fathers’ side of the family there. Trina undergoes a life-changing journey of cultural awareness and self-discovery. She meets her relatives that are of a legendary tribe of African Zulu warriors. She begins a pilgrimage and an epic journey across the continent of Africa, to reach her ancestral tribal clan. Trina while searching the tribal history of her ancestors finds herself somehow 200 years into her past in ancient Africa .

Trina finds herself in the middle of the rise of the legendary African King Shaka  Zulu! She finds herself in the middle of tribal warfare and slavery! Trina falls hard for a handsome young African Prince named Adawande. But the Zulu’s think she is a spy! Also the tribal monk/sorcerers called The Shama Majite might want her dead! 

How would Trina get back to 2019! And could she leave the love of  her life, that  she could  not find in the  21st century? 

Bear witness to an epic, time- traveling, romantic adventure like no other! Filled with love, lust, skullduggery, sorcery, and the paranormal. A romantic tale for the Ages!

Excerpt from Chapter 1 TRINA LOVELESS

I was a loser at love until I won. But first my heart was broken in my dreams. My young, red heart broken in a dream. A nightmare of bliss. It was strange. But was  my  dream  a  nightmare  or  a  bliss? It was both. How could this be? Let me tell you. First there was the strangeness that happened before the nightmares. It all  began with  that  clock  that  I  bought to  place in my  kitchen upon the  wall. Now I didn’t need a clock. I mean they are practically obsolete as everyone uses cell phones nowadays to check the time. But I having recently moved into my incredible  Penthouse decided   that  I  should  have  a  nice  clock in my kitchen. I  placed  it right above my kitchen  table  to  gaze up at in the mornings, while I  sipped upon my coffee.
Everything was fine at first. It “tic-tocked”. Then one morning I awoke and the clock was on the floor.  So I just placed it back up on its nail and all was well right? Wrong. When I returned from the office that night guess what? That clock was back on the floor! Again! What the hell!
What did I do? I hung it more securely with a bigger nail.  And the next morning it was on the floor again! That’s when I took that friggen clock and tossed it in the garbage! I tossed it down the garbage chute in the hallway! I heard it slip and slide into its glorious disappearance! I went to bed that night and slept well. When  I  awoke in the  morning to  get my  eggs  and bacon what did  I  see?  
You guessed it. There it was up there on the wall again! What in the hell?! Was I becoming delusional? Maybe it was my hard partying.  I will admit me and my girlfriends we partied hard. But what of it?  Maybe it was the alcohol.  But no! I mean  I  did see that  damn  clock  on the ground  after I  placed it securely on that nail! I saw it again as it slid down that garbage chute.
I gazed up at that thing. I sighed and I could hear it “tic-tocking”.  Suddenly that clock it stopped! I froze in   horror as I saw the hands slowly reversing! That did it! “What in the hell is happening here”! yelled I!  My hands are on my head!  I snatched  the   clock  off of  the  wall and  tossed  it to  the  ground! The clear plastic cover shatters! It is slow-motion shattering like a hundred, broken dreams! I stomp upon it! Pieces are everywhere upon the kitchen floor! I swept them up and tossed the broken clock into the trash.
I awoke the next morning and well guess what? I look up and there it is! Again! In perfect, working condition tic tocking! I give up!  Was it the alcohol that I might be drinking too much of? Is it the drugs I sometimes partake of on the weekends with my girlfriends? Was it the marijuana and those assortment of pills?!  No! I know I am not crazy! Not yet anyway! I was  going  to tell my   girlfriend  about  this,  but  kept it to myself so that  she  would not  think  me  full- blown  “coo-coo loco”!  
So  when  I  sat  there  in the kitchen  eating  supper  with  my  best  friend  Gabrielle  Goodlyn . I said not a word about that damned- haunted clock!  And I was free of any other “Paranormal Happenings” until that clock fell down and landed on the kitchen table! “Boom”! “What the hell Trina”?! exclaimed my girlfriend Gabrielle. And worse! It was the way that clock fell! It glided off the wall sideways and fell on the table! It didn’t fall down straight as gravity had promised! “Boom”! It knocked over our wine glasses! The red wine spilled upon the floor! “What the hell?!! Girlfriend your Penthouse is haunted! Get a priest! But damn! I wouldn’t leave the floor to ceiling glass windows and swimming pool for no friggin ghost!” said she. And then there was the thing about those nightmares!  Oh yes! I every few days would wake up in the night in a cold sweat. 
And what a bizarre dream. I am lying on my back upon the ground outdoors somewhere!  I am on some type of battlefield! What?! Why?! I stare upwards and I can see vultures circling above me! I am wearing some sandals, tiger loincloths and I am clutching a spear. Really?! Loincloth?!  A spear?! Why! What the hell?!  I slowly raise myself up and I see nothing but smoke! As I look around I see dark – skinned people in front of me and behind me! Thousands! I hear animals!  I hear drums! Loud drums! Tigers are roaring!  And  then  I  am in  slow-motion spinning, twirling  a long  spear hand  to  hand in the air! I gaze in front of me and I can see 3 females in long red, hooded robes! Side by side they are standing! Their backs are to me. Their hoods are drawn over their heads! Their hands are moving in some, slow-motion -graceful -synchronization!  Their long robes of red are snapping in the winds. Suddenly their hands explode into a sizzling electricity! Then their hands are bursting into flames and black smoke is whooshing off of them! It was as if they were casting some incendiary spell of sorcery! Suddenly I run ahead of them! I lunge forward! I am slow-motion throwing my long spear into smoky darkness! 
Suddenly a man’s dark body falls towards me from the smoke! He falls on his side with my spear right through him!  I pull it out and I spit on his corpse! I yank an elephant mask off of his face! His face is in that wide-opened stare of death! What?!  Why did I do that?! What in the hell kind of dream is this anyway?! And then I hear it! Shrieking elephants stampeding towards me! Elephants?! 
Why?! What in the hell?! Beneath my feet, the ground is shaking! I can hear some female voice chanting/singing in African speech! But who is singing?! Drums! I can still hear them now! Loud! They are everywhere! Who is playing them! The ground it rumbles more beneath my feet! I lose my balance! I fall down! Suddenly I see a tall, dark, muscular, shirtless, man in loincloth approaching me! He emerges from the smoking darkness!  He is bald of head. He is calling out my name! He is reaching down to me!  He picks me up! He is kissing me! His tongue is in my mouth!  Mist and black smoke block his face from my view!  We slowly collapse down to the ground!  His strong arms wrap round me! Holy Shit! He is still kissing me! 
I cannot see anyone’s face! I cannot see his face! Damn!  We are on the ground! We are kissing! It feels so good! He moves slowly between my legs! He cups my face with his two hands!  But wait! Those elephants are still bearing down on us! They are about to crush us and stampede us when suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly I wake up! Damn it! But what does it all mean?! The clock?! The battlefield?! I am afraid yet enthralled at the same damned time! Who was that man?! Who were those 3 women?! I am breathing heavily. I gaze around my darkened bedroom. I  just knew  that  I  needed  to  buy some  friggen sleeping pills because   I  loved  the  part of my  dream  that had  HIM  in it!   I told Gabby about my nightmares. Do you know what she told me? she said:
“Girl, you know what it means is that you are gonna quit your cushy job as a lawyer and get a minimum wage job at the Bronx Zoo!! Tee Hee Hee—“
“—Oh you got jokes huh”. I respond.
 Who am I?  My name is Trina Loveless. I am a wealthy, young, bi-racial, African American female lawyer living in Manhattan. I love New York City. Oh my life! My plight: Can I learn to love less the material things. Things like Vanity, Jewelry and Money. Can I instead learn to love more about my own true- self? Can I learn more about what makes me, me? Can I learn more about my culture and how my past has made me who I am today? Can I refrain from making unwise decisions? Can I stand up for myself and others without doubting myself? And most important of all:  Can I find a true love? Does true love even exist?  Yes, I live in New York City. The city that never sleeps.  I should know. Me and my girlfriends we party so hard that we don’t sleep! Yes that’s always me stumbling into work on Mondays. I ask myself how did I get so trashed?! Oh, yeah it was the “Comedy Nite’ on Wednesdays. “Happy Hour/Buffet” Thursdays. That House music club on Fridays. That Hip –Hop club Saturday, and that meringue club in the “Boogie -Down Bronx’ on Sunday! You know the place  where the  guys  rub  you  so  close you  swear  you  just  had sex!  And where you could have sex in the bathroom if you got lucky! The music is pounding! The lights flashing! My world is slow-motion now. We are the partying people dancing in the flickering, neon darkness. Us with our hands in the skies! Us dancing! Touching! Kissing men! My world speeds back up. Us exchanging Facebook and Instagram with the fly ones and telling the creeps: “Fuckouttahere!” Us in the bathroom smoking the Mary- Jane-Juanna and popping the Xanax pills.
  And that’s how I stumble into Monday. But what of it.  I sometimes go to church on Sundays and pray away all the sin. My Irish mom she says:’ Stay in Queens! The suburbs! Trina why live in Manhattan? In her Irish Gaelic. You wanna try and be like “Sex and the   -Urban folk—‘
“—Hell no! Mom, I just wanna have sex IN the city! Tee hee hee”!
“My daughter has a potty mouth”! says she. “Tell it to the judge mom! I do”! That’s me on Monday at the Law firm of Clarke, Williams and Levitz. That’s me in my office checking my caseload. I fight the law cases. The cheating husbands. The reality show stars caught in Bloomies shoplifting. The murder trials… The rape cases. The “Black Lives Matter” cases and the very sad soap opera that is my love life. Or my lack of a love life…
I would tell you that I am just like any other girl. I struggled like everybody else. I chased boys and boys chased me. And I guess you could say that I was daddy’s little girl. My dad he doted on me. Mom said he protected me and made sure that he was always there to fight our battles. Until my father needed to fight his own battles. My dad was a soldier. He fought in the Desert Storm war of the 90’s. He fought battle after battle there. And then one day my father lost his battle… That day was June 8, 1995. He died from his injuries from the war. I was born earlier that year. And that  was when I  began to  realize  that I  would need to  fight my own  battles. My mother accepted the folded flag that draped over daddy’s coffin. The soldiers trumpet echoed in the air. And somewhere along the line, I began to help others fight their battles. I became a lawyer. I was a loser at love until I won…

About the Author:

Skyler Patterson is an independent author from New York City. He began writing in 2016.

Skyler  had never  written  any type of  book  before  and  woke  up  one morning and  decided  to  write  himself a  novel.

Skyler Patterson’s books have given him fans from all over the world.  He is a versatile writer  who  writes  adult fiction as well as YA.