Release Day Blitz Daemon War by S. K. Gregory


Daemon War
Daemon Persuasion Series 
Book Four
S. K. Gregory 

Genre: Urban Fantasy 
Publisher: SK Gregory
Date of Publication: 18/12/2020
ASIN: B088F68JJ1
Word Count: 46k approx
Cover Artist: SKGregory

Tagline: They survived the battle, can they win the war?

Book Description: 

From USA Today Bestselling Author S.K. Gregory the Final Book of the Daemon Persuasion Series

The battle is over, but can they win the war?

The battle changed everything. Mackenzie finds herself with new responsibilities and a war heading her way. Her relationship with Taryn is tested as the bodies begin to fall.

An end to the war…

As they try to beat back the enemy, a prophecy might hold the key to end the war for good. It will take all of her power to keep the ones she loves safe. Time to kick some ass.

An urban fantasy novel

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Excerpt:

“Why won’t you ever listen!” Taryn screamed. He turned away from Mackenzie, his shoulders set with rage.

Before she knew what she was doing, Mackenzie picked up a heavy plant pot from a nearby table and brought it down on the back of Taryn’s head. His body crumpled to the floor.

Dropping the remains of the plant pot, she stood over him, waiting for him to get up and start screaming at her again. When she saw the blood pool out onto the carpet, that’s when she knew how serious it was.

“Taryn?” She dropped to the floor beside him, reaching out to check for a pulse. Nothing.

“No, this isn’t happening,” she whispered. She turned him over, stifling a scream when she saw his eyes open and staring back at her. “Taryn.”

She shook him, willing him to respond, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

Oh God, I killed him.

This couldn’t be happening, she didn’t mean to get so mad, she just lost control for a moment.

Sobbing, she rested her head on his chest. Her whole life was over now. Taryn was gone, their life together, their home, their future. She would go to prison for sure and then…She sobbed harder.

“Mackenzie?”

She turned to find Annie standing at the top of the stairs. How did she get in?

“What’s happened? Is he okay?” Annie asked, taking a step toward her.

“No. He’s dead.”

Annie kneeled down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her back. “Oh my poor girl.”

“I need to call the police,” Mackenzie said, wiping her face.

“There’ll be time for that. You need to focus on what is important.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I need you to tell me who you are,” Annie said.

Mackenzie stared at her. “What?”

“You heard me. Tell me who you are.”

Mackenzie shook her head in confusion. “You know who I am, Annie. Are you okay?”

Maybe Annie had hit her head or something.

“I know your name, but I need to know who you are and why you are here.”

Mackenzie got to her feet, eager to put some space between herself and Annie. Annie’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist.

“Answer the question!” she barked.

“Get off me,” Mackenzie said. She pried Annie’s fingers off her wrist and hurried downstairs. She would call the police and maybe a doctor for Annie.

Before she could reach the phone, Annie caught up to her. “You can’t escape me. Answer the damn question.”

Mackenzie whirled to face her. “Enough. I don’t understand your damn question. You know me. My name is Mackenzie. I’m here because I bought a damn house.”

Annie’s face twisted into a snarl. “Not good enough.”

There was a flash and for a moment, the entire room changed. The furniture vanished and she was sitting in a chair with a strange man standing over her. She blinked and she was back in the room.

This isn’t real.

Annie advanced on her.

 

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling Author S. K. Gregory writes urban fantasy, paranormal romance and horror novels. She currently resides in Northern Ireland where she works as an editor.

In her spare time, she helps indie authors by promoting them through her website and on social media.








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Holiday Extravaganza Fighting for Home by Kim Richards

 






Fighting for Home
Descendants of the Amazoi
Book One
Kim Richards

Genre: fantasy/historical fantasy
Publisher: Kim Gilchrist
Date of Publication: July 2020
Print ISBN: 978-1-952564-00-0
Digital ISBN: 978-1-952564-02-4
Number of pages: 241
Word Count: 87,616

Cover Artist: Dawné Dominique DusktilDawn  Designs

Book Description:

In 300 B.C.—the Greco-Roman Age—tribes of warrior women thrived near the Black Sea. The area is now modern-day Turkey. The Greeks called them Amazoi (meaning Mankiller).

Inspired by their story, Fighting for Home sings the tale of one tribe as they battle to save their way of life. Healing magic is real! Ilenea and Saphira, the wolf sisters, battle close to home with others of their generation. A healer priestess named Essla travels to a temple of Artemis at Anthela with her male slave, bringing a call to arms for the pending war. She meets and falls in love with a Roman General.

Whatever the outcome, this war changes everyone.

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Excerpt:

Thup. Thup. The second archer cried out as two of Xanthi’s arrows buried themselves into his thigh and hip. He let his own arrow fly. Leaves rustled where his arrows disappeared among the tree branches. He fumbled with an arrow, trying to notch it quickly when he heard the rustle again.

The archer looked up as Xanthi leaped from the bushes with her spear in hand. There was no time for him to raise his bow before the bronze point burrowed its way through his leather cuirass, seeking the tender flesh beneath.

At his wretched cry, the shield man to the left took a wild swing with his sword. He caught Xanthi just below the left collarbone. It sliced through her leather jerkin, taking breast flesh with it.

Crying out from the pain, she fell to her knees as blood poured from the gash. One hand pressed against the wound as her other fumbled for her knife.

Xanthi’s man turned his attention from her. He should’ve advanced. Celete used it to her advantage and swung her axe up the inside of his shield. It’s blade cleaved his stomach wide open. His guts spilled out over her hand—hot and sticky. He toppled sideways, landing in the dirt before Xanthi. With a roar befitting any lioness, she clawed at his face for what he did to her.

 

About the Author:

Kim Richards lives in Northern California with her husband and pets. She loves the genres of horror, science fiction, and fantasy. Her hobbies include reading, writing, sewing, LARPing, and listening to music.












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Blind Spot by Jo Richardson #PNR #Suspense #Mystery


Blind Spot
Jo Richardson

Genre: Paranormal Romance, 
Suspense, Mystery
Date of Publication: December 15, 2020 
ISBN: 9798686197770
Number of pages: 498

Cover Artist: Jada D’Lee Designs

Tagline:  How do you stay out of someone’s life when it flashes before your eyes on a daily basis? 

Book Description: 

Sydney Fallon has spent her entire life seeing things before they happen. 

Tucker Chase is no exception. He’s not looking for any new friends when he rolls into town. He’s not looking for anything but a way to escape his past. 

But how do you stay out of someone’s life when you see it flashing before your eyes on a daily basis?

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Excerpt

At water’s edge, I try to let the cool evening breeze wash away my anxieties. I barely hear myself or understand myself as I say the words I’m asked to repeat.

Two words, for sure, I know by heart.

By my heart.

“I do.”

You may now kiss your bride.

There’s a lingering kiss, a wandering hand. He’s as needy as I am and I smile against his lips for letting himself feel it.

Clapping and cheering, teasing and laughter erupt all around us as we turn and face the world together. The scattered faces of all our friends are a blur, but I can tell they’re happy to take part in the ceremony.

Happy for us.

A declaration of matrimony is made, then we’re hurrying through the small crowd.

People toss rice; they blow bubbles.

The rest of it, I hardly remember.

The dance.

The kiss.

The cake.

It’s all in fast forward. 

I hope someone’s getting it on video.

The car ride at the end of the night is as swift as it’s not even happening. 

I watch landscapes speed by, clouds swirl.

My mind wanders.

Three words bring me back to him.

“You’re mine now.” His voice is low and vulnerable, rough and sultry.

I always was.

A soft glow shimmers from a window as we pull up to our new home and I shiver from anticipation.

He whisks me into his arms. He carries me across the threshold. He gazes at me with nothing but adoration.

His smile is disarming. His lips even more so as they travel along my jaw, underneath the soft curls that dangle against the back of my neck, then finally, near the upward tilted corners of my mouth.

He’s everywhere.

Soft fabrics fill the bedroom. Against the windows, on the floor, in our bed. Deep purples and reds. Sheer curtains ripple from the breeze like they’re reaching out to me.

Candles flicker and dance. Their scents romanticize the mood, as though it needs any help.

“I want you,” he murmurs.

You have me. Forever.

Clothes are gone in an instant. He hovers over me, trailing soft, tender, needy kisses. He follows a map of some sort to my lips.

The backs of his fingers graze my skin. Along the dip between my breasts, then my belly, between my legs, stopping when I squirm and giggle.

Wrinkles crease at the edges of his eyes as he grins down at me. My heart wants to burst.

Oh, the intensity in that smile.

I know him.

Better than he knows himself.

“I’ll always protect you,” he promises.

I believe him.

His fingers trace. They tease. They dip. They do things I’ve never known fingers can do.

I gasp from the overwhelming bliss of it all.

“So good,” he whispers in my ear. The stubble from his beard scratches lightly against my cheek.

I agree. “So good.”

Soft, desperate hums raise flesh along my shoulders, down my back. Experienced hands guide my body, leaving me breathless underneath him.

“I will always love you.”

I’ll hold you to that.

He presses himself against me, and I meet him, hungry for more.

Then I beg him to stay.

He answers like he always does.

“I can’t.”

Not again.

The beginnings of loss prick at the corners of my eyes. I hold on to him for dear life. I can’t stifle the sounds that escape me as his strong arms surround me, making promises I know better than to hold true.

Colors fade.

Soft touches subside.

Scents diminish.

And then he’s gone.

xxx

 
My eyes flutter open. I wipe away the tears.

My thighs tighten and I throb between them as consciousness creeps back.

I breathe in and out. I roll to my side. I sigh as morning glints through the trees.

I try to recall details, but it’s useless.

I can never quite make out his face, only the sound of his voice. What I imagine it sounds like, anyway. Just thinking about it now makes me shiver underneath the covers.

It’s been haunting me for weeks.

Every time, he sweeps me off my feet. Every time, he loves me. Every time, he leaves me.

“Ugh.”

“Sydney!” Even from down the stairs and out the door, I can hear my grandmother calling me, as clear as if she’s in my room.

I force myself out of the warmth of my bed with a stretch and a yawn. No need to check the time. Gran is my alarm clock.

I peer down at her from my window and watch her for a moment. She’s always told me to listen to my subconscious, to try and hear what it’s telling me, but honestly, even I have to laugh as I think about it.

What can a reoccurring sex scene be trying to tell me other than, “you really need to get laid”?

She catches me spying down at her, and Gran summons me in her typical way. Two fingers placed strategically inside her lips, then a whistle that’s louder than those old air raid sirens from back in the fifties.

I roll my eyes but smile. I wave to her to let her know I’ll be down soon to help with breakfast. Then I push the imaginary stranger out of my thoughts and head for the shower, feeling silly.

After all, it was just a dream.

About the Author:

A FanAddict of worlds inside big screens, small screens, and books.

A superhero geek who grew up in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the vicinity – but it was too cold up North for this thin blooded girl. Today, Jo lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband who shares her same sense of humor and basic take on life as they know it.

Sometimes, she even creates her own worlds.

Dabbling in both contemporary and the paranormal, Jo writes stories with mystery, suspense, humor, action, romance, and anything else she can think up.











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