Niki
Livingston Genre: Dystopian Fantasy Date of Publication: 8/11/20
ISBN: 978-1-952537-03-5
ASIN: B0865JQHW5
Number of pages: 366
Word Count: 72238
Cover Artist: Niki Ellis Designs
Tagline: Earth’s next level
transformation requires their united energy
Book Description:
Three unlikely guardians have
been chosen to breathe life back into Earth, but the prophecy is not welcomed
by all the planet’s inhabitants.
Zoe Dawn’s headstrong tendencies
has brought the wrath of the Doyen upon her. But another tribe has their eyes
on her ignited fire and will stop at nothing to claim Zoe Dawn as their
own.
Alex has traveled a long way to
find a safe place to survive, but her first mistake was returning to her
hometown. Thousands of years and an entirely different dimension will not stop
her enemies from pursuing her flood of abilities.
Kia Lynn has been marked by the
rune of protection, fracturing her elemental connection with the two other
guardians. As her best friend is dragged away by a masked intruder, the rune
activates and she is forced into a whirlwind of chaos that is filled with
ghosts from her past.
Once these three are united, an
unstoppable force could be invoked, but if they remain separated without
completing their destinies, the portal for Earth’s demise will open
instead.
International Bestselling Author
Niki Livingston writes tales of epic and dystopian fantasy worlds filled with
magic, mysticism, and mystery.
When she’s not busy writing
enchanting stories of diverse women rising in their power and strength, she
spends her time walking her rescue puppy, quieting her mind with meditation and
yoga, diving into the newest books of Veronica Roth and Anne Bishop, and
binge-watching Game of Thrones and The 100.
PHANTASIA: A Bad Day On Olympus Phi Athanatoi Series Book Two EFTHALIA Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance Publisher: Olympus International Management Services
Date of Publication: 19/5/20 ISBN:978-0648785422 (print) ISBN: 9780648785408 (e-book) ASIN:B083TBWNPH Number of pages: 327 Cover Artist: Lee Hyat Tagline:She’s following Zeus’ orders. He’s struggling to protect her. Is love their biggest weakness or their best hope for saving the world?
Book Description:
Torn apart by separate missions, can their love survive an impending apocalypse?
Demigod ex-cop Carissa Alkippes is hellbent on clearing her father’s name. But when she’s sidetracked into saving Zeus’ life, she’s forced into a dangerous mission to locate missing deities. To find them, she must face a horde of bloodthirsty demons.
Xen Lyson shouldn’t dwell on Carissa when he’s supposed to be stopping demons from feasting on humanity. But the sexy vampire worries her solitary journey to Olympus will put her in grave danger. And with absent gods causing devastating natural disasters, he must trust her father, Ares, to keep her safe.
With every mortal sphere at risk, Carissa races to retrieve a magical codex believed to hold the key to defeating her enemy. And when Xen discovers the true source of the threat, saving both humans and gods will put his own immortality in jeopardy.
In between battling Titans, gods, missing keys, and baklava can Carissa and Xen summon the power to conquer the sinister foe and return to each other’s arms?
Xen’s personal
gymnasium had been designed to take the brunt of rough exercise. His Phi
Athanatoi, a warrior group of vampires and werewolves who protected mankind,
usually trained there. Tonight, though, this space belonged to Carissa and her
father – Ares. She rubbed her ass for the twentieth time, the exact number of
times she’d been thrown in their kung fu practice. Each time she hit the mat
like a piece of tangled spaghetti. Her father had appeared when they returned
from her visit with her yiayia. Perfect timing or coincidence? She couldn’t
decide. She had yet to fill in her father on what she had discussed with
Yiayia. It would have to wait until after they finished his so-called test of
her ability to fight and use her power of compulsion. Yes, she had power but
she had no idea how to control it.
“Focus, kori
mou.” Ares brushed a few sweaty locks from his forehead.
“It’s a little
tough to do that if you are in the air every minute.” She pushed up to her
elbows from her current starfish landing. Her energy would be depleted soon;
her fuel gauge pointed to empty.
“Your mind
controls the power.” Ares held out his hand. Her fingers closed around his. A
flow of energy danced between them. Recognition. Daughter to Father.
“I thought you said when you returned, we’d be
paying Olympus a visit.”
“I need to know
that you can call forth your power in a crisis situation.” He pulled her up to
her feet. “You’ll be walking into the lion’s den. All they will see is a tasty
morsel.”
“How is tossing
me around like pasta training me?”
“Now, use your
power of compulsion.” His hands darted to her neck, “Stop me.” He commanded,
his fingers tightening, tightening, tightening around her throat.
Time froze, expanded,
flipped to a moment in a warehouse where a demon had his claws around her
throat. Her life’s essence slowly extinguishing. Death had been close. Now it
was her father’s hold that choked her.
She spotted
Kane, Xen’s trusted right-hand man and wolf, holding Xen back. A roar cracked
and vibrated through the air. She had to summon her power.
Her gaze
collided with her father’s. In the depth of his chocolate-colored eyes, she saw
flares of fire. Fire spiked and tingled through her body. Somewhere in a deep
chamber of her mind, she took control. “Release me.” The words a soft command.
His grip
loosened, his hands falling away.
She coughed to
stabilize her breathing. The air around her shifted, and Xen had her in his
arms before she could swallow her next bit of air.
“Tell me why I
shouldn’t pierce my xiphos through your heart, Ares?”
“Relax, vampire.
I wasn’t going to harm my daughter.”
“Your practice
sessions leave my woman battered and bruised every time.” Xen inspected
Carissa’s throat. “I’ve been patient enough with all your methods. It ends
here. There will be no more.”
“Xen, it’s okay.
I’m okay.” Carissa tried to defuse the argument between god and immortal before
it got messy.
“My daughter is
right. If you weren’t in such a fit of rage, you would have seen that she
compelled me to stop with a whisper.
“Whether she
stopped you or not, that was going too far.” He removed his hands from around
Carissa and closed the distance to Ares in two strides.
Carissa watched
the nose to nose scene in slow-mo. She could see only one outcome in this – Xen
hurt.
About the Author:
Efthalia lives in Sydney, Australia.
Her passion for writing was cultivated by the stories her mother told her as a child.At school she often day-dreamt of exciting new worlds where the heroine had super-powers and would save the day. Her teachers told her on a regular basis to stop making up her own words. That flaw is now her super-power. Making up words, characters and worlds is all part of fiction writing and something she loves doing.
Tagline: He refused to leave her alone, even after his death
Book Description:
After Blake Nelson catches her abusive fiancé, Parker, with another woman, she seeks serenity at her late grandmother’s beach cottage. He follows Blake to the island and attempts to kill her, but instead, he dies in an accident while fleeing the police.
His malevolent spirit returns to the cottage to finish what he started. The haunting intensifies when Blake reconnects with her first love, Clint. Will Blake discover how to banish Parker before it’s too late?
The last bit of
winter wind pierced her flesh as she put on the cardigan. She sat down on the
worn decking boards on the widow’s walk. Pulling the sweater down over her
knees, she allowed the waves to impart their healing magic, calming her as much
as possible.
Once she had
experienced all the bitter wind she could handle, Blake went back downstairs.
She caught her reflection in the foyer mirror. Her eyes swollen and red, and
her skin chapped from the wind. Nancy reached out to comfort Blake.
“I’m staying
with you tonight. You shouldn’t be alone. By the way, Clint is sleeping in his
patrol car in the driveway.”
“Please tell him
to go home,” Blake said.
Nancy walked
outside for a moment. When she returned, she put her hands on her hips. “He
refuses to leave you.” She gave Blake a meaningful wink, but Blake was in no
place to pick up on hints, regardless of their level of subtlety.
“Goodnight,
Nancy. Thanks for staying with me.” Blake walked upstairs to her room.
She squirmed in
bed for hours. Parker had hurt her; still, his death saddened her.
After falling
into a fitful sleep, her unrest turned into a series of disturbing dreams and
frightening images. In a state between nightmare and wakefulness, she woke in a
cold sweat, with a pounding headache. A prickly sensation tingled across her
body. She turned. Parker lay behind her, smirking. Paralyzed with fear, Blake
sat frozen in her bed, staring at him. His wasn’t the first spirit she’d seen,
not by a longshot. But seeing him, her heartrate sped up, and her breathing
turned shallow.
His face
illuminated by the light of the full moon, Parker smiled and traced the outline
of her face with his index finger. He leaned in to kiss her, but she jumped out
of bed. He began inching toward her, but Blake flipped the mattress onto the
floor.
Blake turned on
the lamp on her bedside table. When her eyes adjusted, Parker had disappeared.
She bent over to check under her bed, jumping when she accidentally stepped on
one of Willow’s squeaky toys. She breathed a sigh of relief when she kicked
aside the plush stuffed animal.
Someone knocked
on her bedroom door. She called out, “Yes?”
“What’s the
matter?” Nancy asked.
Blake opened the
door. Nancy rubbed her eyes. “I had a nightmare that Parker was in bed with
me,” Blake said. “When I woke up, he was there. It’s the creepiest feeling I’ve
ever experienced.” She shivered.
Nancy gasped and
placed her hands on her cheeks. “Oh, my word! Are you all right?”
“I’m frightened,
but I’m okay.”
Blake’s chest
caved inward. Over the past year, she had faced some traumatic, life-altering
events. As an empath, Blake was no stranger to interacting with spirits, but
Parker’s was the first who had frightened her.
“Will he come
back? If he does, how will we get rid of him?”
Nancy hugged her
but didn’t say a word, unusual for her. She had to be hiding something.
“What aren’t you
telling me?” Blake demanded.
Nancy put her
finger to her lips. “It’s a long story for another day, but you’re not alone in
seeing spirits. It’s part of your family’s past, and mine for that matter. Just
trust me, it’ll be okay.”
Blake threw her
hands into the air. “But…”
Nancy shook her
head. “Shh, honey. Not right now. Please calm down. It’s late. Get some rest.
We’ll take care of Parker all in good time.”
Emotional and
physical exhaustion had taken its toll on Blake. She returned to her bed but
did not sleep for the rest of the night. Every time she drifted off, Parker’s
dead eyes stared at her, boring a hole into her soul.
About the Author:
Stephanie Edwards has been writing professionally since she landed her first newspaper column at the age of 13. Her love for the Lowcountry, the Atlantic Ocean and a good ghost story inspired her to write her first book. She lives in Tennessee with her husband, Ron, and their adorable dog, Shadow.
