Friday, April 26, 2024

The Divine and Deadly by Taylen Carver #ContemporaryFantasy


The Divine and Deadly
Magorian and Jones
Book Five 
Taylen Carver

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Publisher:  Stories Rule Press
Date of Publication:  April 18, 2024

ISBN: Amazon 9781779432049
ASIN: B0CQ98S9GK
Number of pages:  220 
Word Count:  81,000 words
Cover Artist:  Dar Albert

Book Description:

The old gods have arrived, ready to punish humans and Old Ones with tribulations that resemble hell on Earth.  

Magorian, the world’s first modern wizard, and Dr. Michael Jones, failed to stop the Siren, Aurelius, from summoning the old gods.  Now the world is reeling from the destruction that Agrona, God of Slaughter and Carnage, is hailing down upon every mortal, no matter what their race.

Magorian and Jones must find a way to send the old gods back to where they came from before their ways crack open the world and destroy everyone upon it, both human and Old Ones.

The Divine and Deadly is the final book in the urban fantasy series, Magorian & Jones, by Taylen Carver.



Praise for the Magorian & Jones Series:

1.0: The Memory of Water
2.0: The Triumph of Felix
3.0: The Shield of Agrona
3.1: The Wizard Must be Stopped!
4.0: The Rivers Ran Red
5.0: The Divine and Deadly

Plenty of exciting twists and turns.

Feel the tingling of danger, the aha's of escaping death, and the excitement of magic.

I loved this and will continue on with the series.

I’m a sucker for wounded, conflicted heroes, and Jones was just that.

I loved it; a magnificent first book in this really different new series.

Will definitely look for further books by this author and series.

Fast paced, exciting reads you won't want to put down!

I'm overjoyed to be back in this amazing world building series

I highly recommend this series to all who love fantasy with a twist, adventure, surprises, and the occasional human, aside from one of our human heroes of course

story manages to be more intimate than ever

This book gets dark and gritty right from the beginning and does not shy away

the kind of story that will drag you in and keep you reading

Well paced, good balance between action and character development

Such is the joy of reading the works of an excellent writer with a great imagination and the ability to tell an absolutely fascinating story.

Excerpt: Chapter One

I have watched hundreds of humans suffer through their transformation from human to Old One.  Some say I am an expert in this, but I would dispute that.  I don’t think there are any experts.  Too little is known about the transformation process for anyone to claim the status.  The experience I have lets me ease my patients’ agony a little, and avoids harming them in the process. But no skill of mine changes the course of the transformation by a single micron.

I watched Henry Magorian writhe and twist on the bed I stood beside, reviewing my uselessness, and finding it ironic that I was so helpless.  Henry was Benjamin Magorian’s older brother, and a slimey wretch of a man.  Yet he was my patient. I was required to give him the best care possible.  His family had flown us out to Montreal from Toledo, Spain, on a private and very expensive jet, for this purpose.

Pain is pain.  I hated seeing the man claw at the expensive sheets, the tendons in his neck and wrists standing out like ships’ hawsers.   He wore only boxer briefs and his entire body was bathed in sweat.  He had been sweating for hours, now.  We had changed the sheets twice.
I made myself look away.  Watching him helped no one.  I put the stethascope on the tray table the family had thoughtfully provided and looked at Jaimie.

She held her hands out over Henry’s body, just above the thrashing shoulders, concentrating on whatever information travelled through her palms.  I wasn’t certain what she could detect, for the mystery of fae magic was not readily shared by any of them.  

Jaimie wore her thick pale hair up in a pony tail at the back of her head, which allowed her pointed ears to be seen.  Normally, she was careful to drape her hair over her ears when among humans, but we’d long since passed that consideration.  We’d been in this room for nearly thirty hours, and members of the family had stopped stepping in to check on their cousin/uncle.  

She held her flawless face in a stiff, neutral expression.  She was not allowing herself to show how worried she was.  But I’d had seen too many transitions.  I was worried myself.

“He’s fighting it,” I said.

Jaimie looked up, then back down at her patient.  “Yes.”  

It was the first time either of us had said it, although I think we’d both guessed as soon as we’d walked into the elegant pale blue and cream room.  The family had bundled all three of us, including Ben, onto a jet on standby at Toledo’s small private landing field, the moment Henry Magorian had shown the first signs of transition.  It had taken nine hours to reach Montreal, plus an hour at either end for local travel and ten minutes of lightning-speed packing.  

So we had first seen Henry over eleven hours after he had begun transitioning, and we’d been here, save for small cat naps in the bedroom next door, for thirty hours.  

Forty hours, more or less, and he still showed no physical changes.  

Henry kicked and moaned, then curled up into a tight ball.

“I can take away the pain. A little, at least,” Jaimie said.  Her voice was strained.  She had slept less than I.  Fae could reduce pain by breathing in bad humours—which was not a medieval conceit for them.  It wasn’t as effective as an angel breathing on the patient, but it did work.
“You know the danger in that.”  We’d both learned that reducing the pain too much let the patient relax.  The transition required that they move, so that the metabolism was elevated, allowing the organs to evolve.  The extreme fever was another function of the transition. It was the mechanism that changed the patient’s DNA expression, the key to the transition.  Lowering the body temperature could suspend the transition, too.  

Jaimie put her fingers to her temples.  She had no medical training in her human history. She had been a soldier in the British army.  It was only her transition to a fae that made health work feasible.  She was less used to watching a patient suffer than I, although she would always find it stressful, no matter how used to it she became.  We all did, despite a hardening of one’s empathy once exposed to too much of it.

“He should have changed by now.”  Her voice wavered.  “I don’t know of anyone taking this long.”

“I have seen some cases last this long,” I said grimly.  I didn’t add the remainder of that statement—that everyone who had fought their transition for this long did not survive.  Jaimie didn’t need that additional worry.   It was quite likely she was well aware of this statistic.  I just didn’t want to bring it to the forefront of her thoughts.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Her wonderful silvery eyes were red-rimmed, but still worth staring into.  Even after thirty hours of hard work and worry, even wearing the travel creased clothing she’d arrived in and slept in, she looked wonderful.  

I pushed away the betraying thought and tried to find an answer to her question, for the fear in her voice was real.  It wasn’t fear of death.  She had been a soldier and now was a fae who dispensed magical healing.  She was accustomed to death.

I knew the source of her fear.   This was Henry Magorian.  Ben’s brother.  Jaimie did not want to let Ben down.  She wanted to save Henry for him.  

So did I, even though I had learned to loathe Henry not long after meeting him.  

I’d sent Ben out of the room hours ago.  His pacing and his unhelpful suggestions, along with his anxious questions every time Henry moaned or moved, had not helped either Jaimie or I concentrate.  As far as I knew, Ben was in the next room and, as it was two in the morning, Toledo time, he was probably sleeping, even though bright summer sunlight streamed through the windows.  

It was eight in the evening, Quebec time, on a blazingly hot day, but none of the external weather reached us, for this house had a controlled environment kept at a pleasant twenty-three degrees with just the right degree of humidity.  The window of the room we were in had remained closed and sealed against the heat outside. The view from the window was magnificent, for the house stood high upon the exlsuive Summit area, with a jaw-dropping view of the Old City and the St. Lawrence river twinkling on the horizon.

The Magorian family could afford the luxury of whole-house environmental controls, just as they could afford private transatlantic flights, and bribes to ease an Old One through two nations’ customs and immigration border checks.

Ben had insisted that they make the arrangements to bring Jaimie into the country.  He had argued that Jaimie could help Henry as much as I could. The family, desparate as they were, had complied, although I had no idea what it had taken to make it happen.  Canada was particular about who they let into their country, especially when it came to the Old Ones.  Unlike Spain, Canada had so far refused refugees, although there were many unofficial refugees flooding across the Canada/United Stated border.  Canada was not xenophobic, though.  It was the first country in the world to acknowledge the Old Ones legally.  

Here, Old Ones were not automatically considered “dead” after turning.  They were in a legal limbo, still, but the assets they’d held as a human, and might acquire as an Old One, were also held in legal stasis, rather than passed onto heirs.  It was a half-step toward giving Old Ones full citizenship, or at least residency, and the rights and obligations that came with it.  The government was still arguing the point in Ottawa.

 But Jaimie, despite a lack of indentity documentation, had merely received a nod of acknowledgement from the customs official who had stamped Ben’s and my passports.  I had spotted a photograph of Jaimie attached to his clipboard.

She stared at me now, hope showing in her eyes, as I appeared to be thinking of another way to save Henry Magorian.  

I desparately wanted to come up with a solution.  I wanted her to look at me with relief and gratitude.  I wanted her to….well, that was never going to happen.  But still, I wanted to please her.

So I made myself consider every single possibility.  What had we not done for this horrible man?  What else could we try?

I stared down at his curled up body.  If he continued to fight the transition, it would not end well.  Did he know that?  Did he resent the idea of becoming an Old One so passionately, that he was putting up this marathon resistance?

That gave me an idea.  I looked at Jaimie.  “It’s a long shot.”

“I don’t care.”

That was exactly what I had expected her to say.   “That thing Ben did, in New York, with the proto-wizard?”

“The mind meld?” She didn’t smile at the pop culture name we’d adopted for whatever it was that Ben had done to the man, as she usually did.  She was a huge Star Trek fan, which I found, well, illlogical, given her former profession.  Or perhaps that was exactly why she liked the show so much.  A professional soldier would appreciate a peaceful utopia.   “What of it?” she added.

“If he could reach Henry, he could tell him to stop fighting the transition.”
Jaimie looked down at Henry, who certainly couldn’t hear us now.  “Do you think he doesn’t already know that?”

“He quite likely does know that.  But Henry likes to get his own way.”  He’d fooled Ben into signing over his portion of the family inheritence because he didn’t like Ben’s choice of lifestyle.  “If Ben could appeal to him, let him see…”  I made myself say it.  “Let him see that if he doesn’t let this happen, he’ll die.  Henry’s sense of self-preservation might kick in.”

Jaimie pressed her lips together.  She hadn’t met Henry, but I’m sure Ben had shared with her the reason why he had to rely on his income as a wizard, when his family was so well off.

“I’ll go and get him,” she said.  “A long shot is better than the nothing we’ve got without it.”



About the Author:

Taylen Carver is the pen name used by best-selling author Tracy Cooper-Posey. 

As Taylen Carver, she writes contemporary, epic and urban fantasy stories and novels.  As Tracy Cooper-Posey, she writes romantic suspense, historical, paranormal, fantasy and science fiction romance, plus women’s fiction. She also writes science fiction, including best-selling space opera, under the pen name of Cameron Cooper. 
 
She has published over 180 titles under all pen names since 1999, been nominated for five CAPAs including Favourite Author, and won the Emma Darcy Award. She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated four times for Book of The Year. Tracy won the award in 2012, a SFR Galaxy Award in 2016 and came fourth in Hugh Howey’s SPSFC#2 in 2023. She has been a national magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at MacEwan University. 

She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together. In her spare time she enjoys history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and fantasy and ignoring her treadmill. An Australian Canadian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, a former professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after meeting him on-line.









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Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Cover Reveal Marked Under the Midnight Sun by Susanna Strom #CoverReveal



Marked Under the Midnight Sun
Black Rock Guardians 
Book Three
Susanna Strom

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Cougar Creek Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: May 21, 2024
ISBN: 9781960382092
ASIN: B0CKKXFYFC
Cover Artist: Lori Jackson 

Tagline: He was loaded for bear. And he still wasn’t ready for her… 

Book Description:

Viggo

I do jobs no one else in my pack can do. Dirty jobs.

Like kidnapping Liv Hagen.

I didn’t want to do it. I was just following my alpha’s orders.

I never thought my bear would think she’s ours.

But there’s no way I can keep her. The consequences are too dire.

So, when the time comes, I’ll have no choice but to surrender her to fate.

Even if it kills me…

Liv

Kidnapped, held captive, and used as a bargaining chip against the Black Rock Guardians.

Yeah. Seems about right for my luck.

But if the big, bad bear shifter thinks I’m going to submit to his—or anyone’s—will, he’s got another thing coming.

Which is why I’ll just have to ignore my attraction to the sexy jerk. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome, anyway.

I mean, it’s not like he’s my fated mate or anything… right?

Marked Under the Midnight Sun, Book 3 in the Black Rock Guardians Series, is a lightly angsty, enemies to lovers paranormal romance with plenty of spice and tense moments, and just the right amount of suspense, action, and adventure. Download today and get ready for the supernatural romance you didn’t know you needed.

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About the Author:

Susanna loves to read―and write―stories full of complex characters who find love, hope, and connection while navigating through an exciting and dangerous world. Susanna lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two very spoiled cats.






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Thursday, April 4, 2024

Tracy Cooper-Posey's Top Ten Fantasy Stories Of All Time #Fantasy


Fantasy is a huge, sprawling mega-genre.  Like only a touch of speculative fiction?  Magical Realism is your ticket.  

Like a lot of magic and more?  Epic Fantasy will suit you.  So might contemporary fantasy. 
There’s something for everyone.

I like a whole range of different types of fantasy.  Here’s my top 10 list—will any of them surprise you?

The Pern Series by Anne McCaffrey – The Dragonriders

I know, I know.  Anne McCaffrey would break out in hives if she caught me calling her Hugo and Nebula award winning series “fantasy”, but for most of the very early books in the series, that’s exactly how the series reads, like a deeply fascinating fantasy.  
Besides, there’s dragons.  And very cool dragon-riders. 

The series gets two entries in this list, because the books in it are sharply divided by various parts of Pern society.  The dragons and their dragon-riders are one of the best aspects of the series.

The Gunnie Rose series by Charlaine Harris

The Gunnie Rose series, starting with book 1, An Easy Death, is an alternative history of the North American continent, which features the descendants of the last Tsar of Russia, who escaped to America (in actual history, Tsar Nicholas and his entire family were assassinated in the last days of the Great War).  

I love alternative histories, but this one is special – there’s magic.  Everywhere.  

Charlaine Harris doesn’t pull punches when telling her stories. The first book is amazing.

Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson (The Cosmere series)

Brandon Sanderson is known as an epic fantasy author.  He finished off the Wheel of Time series when Robert Jordan passed, and was already a very successful fantasist even then. 
Mistborn, though, isn’t just a fantasy story.  It’s also a heist story.  Love Ocean’s 11?  Combine it with unique magic systems, and you have Mistborn.

The Dark is Rising Sequence by Susan Cooper

The Dark is Rising series is a kids’ fantasy series that, even if you’re reading it as an adult, packs an emotional wallop.  This series is responsible for my life-long love affair with King Arthur mythology and everything Welsh. 

The fourth book, The Grey King, makes me cry every time I read it.  It deservedly won the Newbery Medal. 

Susan Cooper has been named this year as the 40th Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers Association (SFWA).

The Once and Future King by T.H. White

I discovered The Once and Future King not long after finding Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series, and wallowed in more King Arthur.  

This one is on my list because I love, love, love to hate the tragic romance triangle between Arthur, Guenivere and Lancelot.

The Last Pendragon by Catherine Christian

Acquiring copies of this book was once next to impossible.  I had a tattered copy when I lived in Australia, and finally hunted down an equally battered copy when I moved to Canada…and it took me nearly ten years to find it.  (It’s a lot easier, these days, with Amazon and other on-line stores listing old print editions!) 

This book cemented my obsession with all things Arthurian. It tells the tale of King Arthur by, first, placing the story where it should be in history; the sub-Roman era (fifth and sixth century Britain), not in the medieval period where knights in plate armor joust.  
And it tells the tale with a minimum of magic and supernatural elements (although there are some).  It’s a brilliant rendition.

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

I’ve seen a lot of best-of-fantasy lists where The Lord of the Rings (not Lord of the Rings—the movie shortened the name) is added as “obligatory” entry, with the list compiler adding a notation that the book is there because fantasy readers would scream if it wasn’t.

That’s not why I’m adding it here.  I love The Lord of the Rings.  I’ve read it every year since I was 14.  

But I’m not nearly the Middle-Earth nerd that I thought I was.  

Recently, I read Why We Love Middle-Earth: An Enthusiast’s Book About Tolkien, Middle-Earth, and the LotR Fandom by Shawn E. Marchese & Alan Sisto.  These guys put me to shame.  

But their book will inspire you to read The Lord of the Rings, and perhaps even more of the books and lost tales set in Middle-Earth.  They unashamedly adore Tolkien’s fantasy world.

The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris

I loved the books long before the True Blood TV series came along and blithely ignored almost everything in the books. 

Harris’ series is the only one in this list to feature vampires, which is odd, because I’ve written a lot about vampires in my own stories. 

This is the second Charlaine Harris series on my list.  She writes stories that seem gentle and slow, until you get to the end, when blood is spilled, stakes are astronomical, and her main characters rarely walk away unscathed.  

My favourite in the series is Book 4, Dead to the World.  I can’t explain why without laying down massive spoilers.  But I will say that Sookie, toward the end of the story, is forced to make a decision that is utterly heartbreaking.  

The Witcher series by Andrzej Sapkowski

This is one series where I usually recommend that the TV series be watched as you’re reading the books.  There’s connective tissue here and there, but the books tell the story of the Witcher in a different way to the TV show.  Neither is better than the other, which is why I suggest reading/watching.  It’s like a braid, with the TV show weaving over and under the stories. 
But it’s classic fantasy, with a distinctly European flair.  I grew up (re)reading classic fairy tales, and this series has the same “feel” as those tales.

The Pern series by Anne McCaffrey – the Masterharpers books

The second entry for this series, focusing this time on the Harper Hall and its residents, and the Masterharpers, too.   

What I like about this sub-series of books isn’t the music, but the fact that the harpers of Pern are political lobbyists, activists, and far-thinkers.  They quietly direct the affairs of Pern while the dragon-riders take all the glory. 

Fascinating!





Crossroads Magic
Witchtown Crossing
Book One
Tracy Cooper-Posey

Genre:  Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy
Publisher:  Stories Rule Press
Date of Publication:   March 21, 2024
Amazon ISBN: 9781779431943
ISBN: 9781779432018
ASIN:   B0CP3CKP12
Number of pages: 306 pages
Word Count:  74,000 words
Cover Artist:  Dar Dixon, Wicked Smart Designs

Tagline:  I’m just an ordinary, middle-aged woman, and my life is falling apart….

Book Description:

When did I become such a cliché?  I’m divorced, working a crappy job, living on next to nothing, and wondering how it all went so wrong. 

Then it goes even more wrong.  My grown daughter turns up after not speaking to me for two years, with stunning news of her own, and to cap it off, I’m summoned to a tiny, isolated hamlet in northern New York called Haigton Crossing, where my mother has lived for decades.

Haigton Crossing looks like a throwback to another time.  For such a small place, it is stuffed full of secrets.  The people there are different, including the town’s doctor, Benedict Marcus.  And Haigton Crossing is way, way too small to host a murder….

This book is part of the paranormal women’s fiction series, Witchtown Crossing
1.0: Crossroads Magic …with more to come!

A Paranormal Women’s Fiction novel.



Praise for Crossroads Magic:

Love this new series. Once I started reading, I didn’t want to put it down.

Now I must wait for the next book which is pure torture.

Nice to read about a woman starting over after her daughter has grown.

As I adore everything Tracy writes...I am on cloud nine with the start of a new series.

It was wonderful to read a book about a woman who is closer to my age facing problems that I might actually have.

She explains the sights, sounds and smells in a way that makes you feel like you are there. I am eagerly awaiting the next book in this series!

What a delight! A heroine with some life experience, with real world problems.

A NEW Series From TRACY!!! EEEK!

Tracy's strong suit in her writing is her character development and knowing when a good twist and turn is needed to further captivate her audience.

An excellent beginning to what promises to be a most intriguing series, Crossroads Magic is a fascinating story in itself, though there are so many different directions this series could take.

Excerpt Chapter One

The only thing I was worried about as I headed back to my apartment building was the spot on the back of my hand where hot fat had left a burn the size of a nickel.  Small, but mighty, the burn throbbed and ached, reminding me it was there.  It was worse when the sun hit it, which it did frequently.  It was one of those perfect, mild days in December, when you could actually see the sky over L.A. and it was blue.  

Who am I kidding?  The burn spot wasn’t the only thing I was worried about.  If you were to ask me, I could rattle off a dozen major and minor problems, including the sumo-sized rat I suspect was trying to take up residence under my kitchen sink.  But those were all chronic problems.

The burn on my hand was new and painful.  I didn’t need new problems and was trying my best to ignore it until I could slather aloe vera gel on it.  Marjorie, at the diner, had hacked off a leaf from the plant sitting in the pot outside the kitchen door when Deborah, the assistant manager, hadn’t been looking. Marj had wrapped the leaf in plastic. It was in my bag, along with the serving of pecan pie which Deborah had ordered the waitresses to throw out because it was too old.  Three days old…there was nothing wrong with it, and it had more calories in it than the egg and toast I had lined up for dinner.

In this world that wasn’t the one I would voluntarily choose, today was turning out okay. Pecan pie, and Hobgoblin of History in my ears.  I had been waiting weeks for book fifteen of M.K. Lint’s fantasy series.  The library had doled it out to me yesterday and I was on chapter three.  Harry the Hobgoblin was looking for the Fairy Eloise, this book; he’d lost her at the end of the last one, because he hadn’t closed the Doors of Eternal Flame in time and a demon had abducted her.  

I like reading.  I like it a lot.

 My building was a white monstrosity that did nothing to enhance the L.A. skyline.  The white had long ago turned to a stained, dull grey.  Five years ago, a fire had broken out on the top floor and burned out a few apartments.  The black smoke had billowed up out of the windows, staining the walls above them.  The stains were still there and every time I saw them, I had to remind myself they were smoke stains, not black mould taking over the building.  Black mould seemed more appropriate.

I turned off the audiobook, stashed my phone in my pocket and headed for the front door.  I only used the front door when I came home from work.  Usually, I used the side door, because it was closer to the bus stop.

There was another homeless person sitting on the front steps, leaning against the wrought iron bannister as if they couldn’t prop themselves up, their jean jacket pulled in tight.  It wasn’t that cold, although this late in the afternoon, any warmth in the day was beginning to fade.
I swung around the homeless person’s worn boots, and up the steps, digging out my key.

“Mom?”  The voice wavered.

I whirled, my heart rate climbing, to face the woman rising from the steps, a denial on my lips.  

Blue, short, spiky hair.  A nose ring.  Black eye makeup that had run…or that she had been wearing for too many days.  The black looked like bruises.

“Ghaliya?” I asked, for the high cheekbones, narrow chin and high forehead were hers.  So were the blue eyes—even if they were blood shot.  The next question was right there, behind my teeth.  What the hell are you doing here?

Ghaliya pulled the jacket in around her once more.  She’d lost weight since the last time I’d seen her…two years, two months and five days ago.   And about thirty minutes.  

“The super said you’d be home around now,” Ghaliya said.  She bent and picked up a small black backpack that had been sitting under her knees and straightened.

Was it possible she’d got taller?  She’d been an inch shorter than me.  I didn’t think she was shorter than me anymore, and I am nearly always the tallest woman in the room.

I didn’t ask why she was here.  That was obvious.  She needed help.  

I hefted my keys instead.  “You’d better come in.”





About the Author:

Tracy Cooper-Posey is the author of the popular Once and Future Hearts historical fantasy romance series, among others. She writes romantic suspense, historical, paranormal, fantasy and science fiction romance, plus women’s fiction. She also writes under the pen names of Cameron Cooper (science fiction) and Taylen Carver (fantasy).  She has published over 200 titles since 1999, been nominated for five CAPAs including Favourite Author, and won the Emma Darcy Award.

She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated four times for Book Of The Year. Tracy won the award in 2012, a SFR Galaxy Award in 2016 and came fourth in Hugh Howey’s SPSFC#2 in 2023. She has been a national magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at MacEwan University. 

She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together. In her spare time she enjoys history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and ignoring her treadmill. An Australian Canadian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, a former professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after meeting him on-line.

 


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Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Release Day Blitz The Holy Man’s Sinner by T. M. Smith


The Holy Man’s Sinner
Blood Coven World 
Book Three
T. M. Smith

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: April 2, 2024
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0982-6
ASIN: B0CZ18QJRN
Number of pages: 79
Word Count: 1597
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Tagline: An unlikely heart seeks redemption

Book Description:

In an opposites-attract story, the vampire Elisabeta is searching for more than just pleasure and the bludfrenzy. 

When she crosses paths with Nelo, a holy man with a rebellious streak, her world is turned upside down. 

As she navigates a new path filled with self-discovery, romance, and redemption, she must confront the challenges that threaten to tear them apart. 

Will their love transcend the judgment of others and the shadows of their pasts?


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Excerpt:

“Tell me about these selfless acts which will heal me.” Her lips caressed the glass as she sipped her drink.

Nelo’s breath caught at the sight. Remembering the conversation, he puzzled his chin with forefinger. “Good deeds will fill your days and contemplation your nights. At the end of your healing, a worthy, seductive male awaits your recovery.” He patted his chest. “The male would be me.”

“Cruor, you lack humility.”

“It is a flaw I work on.”

“In the meantime, you’ll assign me to a soup kitchen until I feel better about myself?”

“To something. Not a soup kitchen.” He tilted his glass, swallowing a sip and noticing how Elisabeta watched him.

“How do you know your solution will work?” she asked.

He rolled the amber liquid in the tumbler. “I am the Cruor, a male wise beyond his years.”

“With only a small flaw.”

“So tiny. Not worth mentioning.” He threw back his drink, rose, and shoved out his hand.




About the Author:

After retiring from her career in education, T. M. Smith settled in to write something more creative than lesson plans on split infinitives and inner-school memos on noise in the hallway.

Taking great interest in the lives of vampires, demons, elves, mages, and other magical beings, she began a paranormal romance series of five books with alpha males who aren't always nice and females who have no problem keeping them in line. The Blood Coven Series is complete. Her new project is a series of stand-alone, short novellas set in the Blood Coven World. In the meantime, she is working on a longer surprise project.

Here are more orts, scraps, and fragments from her life. (a homage to Virginia Wolf and Shakespeare.) She moved from sunny Las Vegas to the less-than-sunny Pacific Northwest. Here she has adventures with her daughter, son-in-law, and two granddaughters who also moved to the area. She also enjoys a membership at Bainbridge Artisan Resource Network (BARN), a local organization that supports the arts and offers classes and events in eleven different studios. It was at BARN where her critique group began. With equal time given to in-depth comments on each other's works, snarky remarks, and laughter, they have now been together nearly eight years.



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