Welcome to Little Raven: an unsullied, beautiful woodland hamlet in the heart of the Midwest. The sort of place where furry creatures romp about and spend their days bursting into song.
Actually, that’s a giant pack of lies.
Little Raven is a town…for witches.
And some of those witches might have bent the rules. A teensy bit. When six magical miscreants dabble with black magic, they end up together at Incantations, the town’s rehab center for witches gone awry. It’s a slap on the wrist for naughty witches. Pretty much a daycare center so they don’t wander off and start turning people into newts on a whim. Each witch must work through her addiction to black magic, and follow the tenets designed to lead them back to the path of the straight and narrow, as boring as that sounds. Even if following the tenets sucks worse than a group round of kum-bay-ya. Which sucks. Horribly.
We will admit we are powerless over magic—that our lives have become unmanageable.
We will make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the Goddess as we understand Her.
We will make a searching and fearless moral and magical inventory of ourselves.
We will admit to the Goddess, to ourselves, and to another being the exact nature of our magical wrongs.
We will make a list of all persons or beings we have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.
We will make direct amends to such beings whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
We are entirely ready to bow before the Goddess and have Her remove all our defect of character, even at the risk of being entirely stripped of our magic.
But this is just the start. There’s something rotten in Little Raven, something that seeks to take all the magic it can, and devour the inhabitants in the process. It will take the strength and power of all the witches to defeat the darkness seeping into their town, beat it back, and be rid of it forever…and maybe just make it through rehab while they’re saving the world.
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Being thirteen has pitfalls of its own, but growing up has never been this hard.
Jenna had promised her mother that if the worst happened during her dad’s weekend, they would meet at Red Hill Ranch. When she finds seven words spray-painted on her dad’s wall the morning after a deadly outbreak, she makes a promise to herself: to get to the ranch with her seven-year-old sister, Halle, and to get them both there alive.
Among Monsters is the companion novella to Red Hill, both exploring from different perspectives what many broken families experience every other weekend: What if your children aren't with you when the world ends? What would you do to get to them? What would they go through to get to you?
For Jenna, seeing her mother again is worth everything. Determined to keep her promise, she is faced with experiences and decisions that force her to leave her childhood behind.
“You’re scared. You’re too scared to keep going.” “Honey,” Dad began. “You had to walk one day, and you’re scared? You killed a dozen infected and walked away without a scratch. We hit a parked truck at fifty miles an hour and barely noticed. Why are you suddenly opposed to Red Hill?” I was trying to remain calm, but with every point, my tone got higher. Tavia clasped her hands together. “We’re all scared—” “Then, stay!” I said, my voice transitioning to a weird chuckle even though I found none of what they were saying funny. “You don’t have to come with us. But our mom is waiting for us at Red Hill, and that is where Halle and I are going.” “Not today,” Dad said. “Then, when?” I asked again, emphasizing each word. “When I say,” he said, sounding final. I laughed once without humor. “I’m not asking to go to the mall. We’re talking about Mom being alone without us! She’s waiting for us! Do you honestly think I care that you’re”—I used my fingers to make quotation marks in the air—“the dad right now?” He stomped over to me and leaned into my face, taking me back to a time when my parents had still been married. “You’d better start caring. Just because it’s the end of the world doesn’t mean I won’t whip your ass!” Tavia pulled him back, and he flipped around, picking up a pillow and throwing it against the wall. She eyed Dad warily. She was now seeing the side of him that Halle and I were used to, a side that I had been waiting for since this began. “Andrew, maybe you should take a walk and see if you can do anything more to secure the house.” Dad turned to her, his face severe. The skin between his brows had formed a crevice, as deep and as dark as his anger in that moment. His hazel-green eyes burned bright against his olive skin. Just when I thought he would start yelling again, he left the room. Tavia took a deep breath and held her hand to her heart. “That was—” “Typical,” I grumbled. “You fight like that with him a lot?” “We used to but not lately.” “He gets pretty mad, huh?” she asked, glancing at the closed door. “He has a temper. He’s working on it—allegedly.” “Is that why you want to get to your mom so bad?” My eyebrows pulled in. “What would you do if you were separated from Tobin?” She blinked. “She’s my mom. If I scrape my knee, I call for her. If I’m sick, I ask for her. If I’m scared, I cry for her. If there’s an apocalypse, I’m going to the ends of the earth for her.” My eyes and nose burned. The sudden emotion surprised me. I wiped my cheek and sniffed, staring at the floor. “It’s forty miles. We can make it.” “We…we don’t know if Tobin can make forty miles. Who knows how long that would take on foot?” “It doesn’t matter if we waste time here. What were you two talking about? How to convince me to stay? For a few days? For a week? Forever?” “No.” She shook her head. “We’re just worried about the little ones being able to make it that far. We need a car—or at the very least, a way to carry the supplies. I can’t hold Tobin all day long. I can’t run with him. It’s too dangerous to try.” “I like you, Tavia. I’m not trying to be mean, but no one’s asking you to come with us. If you want to stay here, stay here.” She was taken aback. “I know, but we can’t do this alone. We need one another.” “Brad will leave eventually for Shallot. You need my dad to stay.” “It’s not so different. You need him to leave.” “But he’s my dad. I’m not going to give up on seeing my mom again because you can’t travel with Tobin.” Tavia’s sweet smile fell away. She wasn’t being confrontational, but she did have the look of a mother bear protecting her cub. “Halle can’t make the trip either. You would be risking her life if you go, especially if you try something as ridiculous as leaving without your dad. We’re the adults, Jenna. He’ll listen to me.” I took a deep breath and lowered my chin. Tavia was pretty intimidating. I thought about what Mom would say when I told her about this conversation later. She would want me to fight. She would want me to do anything I could to get Halle and me to Red Hill. “My dad and I have had our ups and downs,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “But if you try to make him pick between you or me, you’ll lose.”
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Jamie McGuire was born in Tulsa, OK. She attended the Northern Oklahoma College, the University of Central Oklahoma, and Autry Technology Center where she graduated with a degree in Radiography. Jamie paved the way for the New Adult genre with international bestseller, Beautiful Disaster. Her follow-up novel Walking Disaster debuted at #1 on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. She has also written apocalyptic thriller Red Hill, a novella titled A Beautiful Wedding, and the Providence series, a young adult paranormal romance trilogy. Jamie lives on a ranch just outside Enid, OK with husband Jeff and their three children. They share their 30 acres with cattle, six horses, three dogs, and Rooster the cat. Find Jamie at www.jamiemcguire.com or on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram!
Genre: Paranormal Romance Series: Moonlight and Jasmine Book 2
Cassandra Wales, an independent and determined registered nurse, finds her plans for the future shattered when her boyfriend dumps her. Her witchcraft made him squirm but she wasn’t about to change for him. The move into her new home keeps her distracted, but she’ll be sure to keep an eye out for red flags next time. She never expected to find an elderly woman, accompanied by her hot and sexy grandson Jake, at her doorstep with an odd request. Sparks sizzle between Cassandra and Jake. Bad timing for sure. Will she be able to trust a man who has women begging for his attention?
Jake Hill is an ambitious, up and coming lead singer in a rock band. When his grandmother asks him to take her over to her first home, he doesn’t question her motives. Instead, he meets the woman of his dreams. But will she stick around while he climbs the ladder in the exciting world of rock and roll?
How will Jake find the time to nurture a relationship when his music takes top billing? Can the passion between them be enough to lead the way, or will fear of failure take control of their destiny?
~Excerpt~ As Cassandra traced the outline of his full lips with her eyes, her hands trembled. A thick head of, shaggy, blonde hair held a sheen in the sunlight. There was a sense of familiarity in his voice, and it brought her comfort. As he bent down to get his grandmother’s bag, she stole a glimpse at his tight-fitting jeans. It was difficult to keep a thought in her head. He placed the bag on the floor, stood and placed his hand on the roof of the car, giving her a peek at his tattooed bicep. His tight fitted, short sleeved shirt lifted giving her a clear view of his six-pack. He’s hot, but he’ a real show off. Probably has girls lining up at his doorstep. It wasn’t like her to gawk at a guy. The array of emotions she was feeling made her lightheaded. All thoughts of her decorating project took a back seat to her raging hormones. Her focus was supposed to be on her new home, not a hot, sexy dude in a great pair of jeans. She took a deep breath in an attempt to get it together. He inched closer, and she got a whiff of his sensual cologne. Jake oozed sex appeal. Steadying herself, a silly thought cane to her. Is he about to kiss me? Wishful thinking on her part, but she’d never admit it.
Jake didn’t have to make a move to pique her interest. The intensity of his stare, sent shivers down her spine. “Look, I know this is sudden, but how’d you like to meet me this Friday at Shark’s, on Willow Drive? We’re heading the bill and I’d love for you to hear us jam.” He tilted his head and reached out to touch her arm. “Say you’ll come. Please? No pressure, but my grandmother is waiting.” He gave a boyish grin. His sensuous full lips tempted her to imagine a romantic interlude. I must be losing it. Never in her life had she found a man so tantalizing. She offered a playful grin, feeling the butterflies in her stomach grow. “I’d love to hear you play again.” A real date might be better, but a slow start sounded good for now. She didn’t expect to be so attracted to a man she’d just met. No formal introduction was needed. The chemistry spoke for itself. “Can you make it this Friday night? I promise to spend breaks with you.” He kept his eyes on her, making his invitation hard to resist. “I think I can make it.”
“You think? Try to be there. I’ll sing a song especially for you.”
She felt the heat on her face. “Okay, I’ll do my best to make it. It’s nice of you to invite me.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe she had made a date with a man she met briefly, right in front of her house. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m stoked you’re coming.” Jake smiled and jumped into his car, buckled up and waved as he pulled away. How on earth did that happen?
~About the Author~
Kathleen lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs. She’s a registered nurse who works in an emergency room. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat, sipping on an iced tea, dreaming up her next romance novel.
Title: Stalking the Demon Author: Ciara Ballintyne Series: The Seven Circles of Hell #2
Six months ago, the disgraced wizard, Alloran, sacrificed his hand to rescue the woman he loves from his traitorous friend, Ladanyon. Despite saving the city from a demon, his reputation remains tarnished, and the council of wizards has penalised him severely for the practise of banned magic. Now he learns his desperate efforts to stop Ladanyon led more to damnation than salvation. Finding a solution compels him to breach his sanctions and venture into forbidden places at risk of his life and freedom. Alloran must choose between saving himself and everything he holds dear.
Alloran rushed through
the citadel halls heedless of the rich carpets crushed beneath his heavy boots.
Gisayne hung limply in his arms, and her black hair trailed over his elbow. A
few people watched him pass, but none offered assistance. Over the past six
months, Gisayne collapsed often enough to blunt the urgency and the panic. The
faces turning in his direction bore only mild curiosity, oblivious to the fact
that this time was different.
Her chest barely rose and
fell beneath the thin cream silk of her night gown and robe, and blue tinged
the edges of her bee-stung lips. Seven hells, was she dying? As he raced
onwards, he clutched her against him and her cold skin pressed against his.
With no left hand, he had no way to check for a pulse. A choked-back scream of
desperate frustration tightened his chest until it squeezed the breath out of
While juggling Gisayne,
he fumbled with the latch on the door to the citadel’s hospice. Damn his
missing hand to the first hell. When the door finally gave, he shouldered it
open and backed into a long room lined with starkly made beds. The few occupied
by sick or injured had curtains drawn for privacy. Breidmar, dressed in the
red-trimmed white robes of a citadel doctor, bustled over at their entrance.
Orange brows pinched with
concern over her violet eyes. ‘Again?’
‘She’s…’ The lump in his
throat choked him. He swallowed hard. ‘She’s hardly breathing.’
‘This way.’ Pointing to
an empty bed, Breidmar called out and strode to a door at the far end. Before
she crossed halfway back, an unfamiliar girl in acolyte’s white appeared in the
Alloran placed Gisayne on
the bed with gentle care. Her slack body slid from his arms, her skin pale.
When he let her go, her eyelids fluttered but did not open. Nausea knotted his
gut. The last time she’d fainted, the recovery was quick. Now, she looked as if
death hovered over her, waiting for the moment to snip the thread of her life.
As Breidmar began
checking Gisayne’s vitals, she waved Alloran off. He hesitated. What would he
do except wait, patient, and idle while Breidmar tried again to determine what
illness affected her? She would try and fail, most likely.
‘Are you sure this is not
the falling sickness? It’s supposed to get worse with each successive bout.’
‘She’s not got the right
symptoms. No seizures,’ Breidmar responded in precise, clipped tones.
Alloran frowned. He
wasn’t an idiot. ‘Then what? These collapses are getting more frequent and more
severe! Seven hells take you, tell me. Whatever the illness, it can’t be
too complicated for me to understand.’
With her severe lips
curving down, she sniffed. ‘No amount of genius can assist you to comprehend a
malady I cannot explain. While you’ve made any number of miraculous discoveries,
you have no particular expertise in medical matters. Leave this to me.’
‘The title of doctor is
reserved only for those who have studied in the citadel, and yet you say
you don’t know? After all this time, you must have some notion.’ Wisps
of his black hair hung about his face, torn free of their bindings in his
haste. He pushed them back with a rough motion. When they slid back into
disarray, he tore the leather thong free and began tying his hair back with
short, sharp motions.
The doctor scowled at him.
At her nod, the acolyte whipped the curtain around the bed in a rattle of
rings. The cloth brushed Alloran’s nose; he jerked his head away.
A heartfelt sigh escaped
his lips before he retreated to a waiting area that comprised a group of
chairs. No, sitting still would be intolerable. He changed direction and paced
the length of the room, passing the rows of identical empty beds. His boots
echoed in the open space. Sterile and odourless air filled his nostrils.
shared the sentiments of many people in the citadel. Some blamed him solely for
the demons that plagued the city of Ehsan six months earlier, and others
accused him of working with the renegade wizard, Ladanyon. Although Alloran
wasn’t subjected to a disciplinary hearing, the council’s public announcement
that they were banning him from all forms of magic involving the hells only
reinforced the blame.
Seven hells, the
councillors banned him because some
of them felt the same as the other citizens. Those residents who lost loved ones
in the battle against Ladanyon’s first-circle demon were the most damning.
Councillor Valgon’s wife died, and he made no bones about believing Alloran to
be a public menace. I just can’t prove it, was what he said.
Ciara Ballintyne was born in 1981 in Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, one masochistic cat, and one cat with a god complex. She holds degrees in law and accounting, and has been a practising financial services lawyer since 2004. She is both an idealist and a cynic. She started reading epic fantasy at the age of nine, when she kidnapped Castle of Wizardry by David Eddings from her father. Another two years passed before she began her first attempts at the craft of writing. Confronting the Demon is her debut book. She enjoys horse-riding, and speculation about taking over the world. If she could choose to be anything it would be a dragon, but instead she shares more in common with Dr. Gregory House of House. M.D.
Review: Love Bats Last - Book #1 Tavonesi Series - Pamela Aares - November 2013
Do you prefer your sportsmen in those tight little white pants ? Are you more a baseball girl than football/ Rugby ? Love Bats Last is the first book in Pamela Aares series "Tavonesi" and mixes Sports, Romance and Marine life within it's pages. Love Bats Last starts with Alex discovering Jackie Brandon in a small dinghy along the riverbed down from his vineyard and notices something about her that he likes. Alex doesn't want one of those society girls or those baseball hanger-on's. After inheriting his father's vineyard , he spends alot of his time between the vineyard and his love of baseball. Jackie Brandon has vowed never to date ot fall in love with another sports player and has vowed to keep her "title" under wraps as Jackie comes from London aristocracy. Eager to get to know Jackie better , Alex volunteers his time at the Marine Center. Someone is poisoning the waterways and killing the seals and Jackie is getting closer to capturing and finding out the truth, but what will happen when she is kidnapped first and is silenced ? Will Alex discover the truth about what has been happening down the road from him before it's too late and he has lost his chance of love with Jackie ? Of course romance never dies, and we are all for big displays of feelings and Alex does not disappoint as he does an amazing gesture to win Jackie's love.
Review: NYPD Red - Book #1 NYPD Red Series - James Patterson and Marshall Karp - October 2012
Forget about the regular NYPD cops , it's all about the elite team called NYPD Red . These are the type of cops who are called together to protect the rich and famous people, those in the "industry". Forget about the scripts that are supposed to be filmed as this week celebrates the start of the Hollywood on Hudson month , someone is determined to be the script writer and direct his own movie. Known as "The Chameleon" we meet Gabe - a film extra who has the art and the skill to gain disguises and go unrecognisable , sick of being a nobody and wanting his fifteen minutes of fame. Gabe has taken film directing to a new level by actually playing out the murders. On the case is Detective Zach and his new partner Kylie , though these two have a romantic past which abruptly ended when Kylie married someone and he happens to be in the screen business as well. Can this duo put aside their personal views and differences to work together and catch this film-making criminal before more Hollywood big names are killed and the NYPD Red is put under scrutiny as they are supposed to be the "protectors" ?
This is Marshall Karp's second co-written book with James Patterson. If you love Hollywood and Mystery , then what are you waiting for and discover James Patterson's new series NYPD Red.
Review: Hook Me - Book #2 Men of Ink Series - Chelle Bliss - June 2014
Have you ever opened a book and thought alright, I'll give it a go and just thought another MMA or sports novel ? For me , this is what I was like at first with Chelle Bliss's book "Hook Me" but as I read further I was quickly absorbed and drawn in. I didn't want to put it down as I found myself loving all the characters from of course Michael Gallo - who I have to admit is now on my Book Boyfriend list, his character was for a fighter and someone who has money - a genuinue nice guy and romantic at heart which for a change was awesome to see as sometimes you get sick of reading books where the fighters are just that "a fighter" and they may have a slight care on the world but their niceness doesn't really shine through but Chelle Bliss definitely brought Michael into that awesome stage. Mia - the Doctor, she wasn't just a doctor and again a great sparkling personality as she loved the free clinic where she worked and you could see that she was passionate about it . Which lastly brings me to Tammy, the pyscho which we do know there are girls really like this out there - girls who will do anything to get the guy that they must have and even go to extremes like pretending to be married, faking pregnancies - something that I have seen girls do in reality to get guys back. It's like really are they that sociopathic/ psychopathic that they don't care about anyone but themselves and would go to that extremes. Like don't they realise that when the guy finds out he's going to dump you faster than a speeding bullet.I loved this series so much, that I went out and brought the other books in the Men of Ink Series by Chelle Bliss including the novella which featured Suzy and Joe's story.
If you love MMA stories with Heart and Soul then you really need to check out Chelle Bliss's books , as you won't be disappointed. In fact, you will be now looking at a new author to add to your favourites list like myself.