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Abby had the perfect life: shopping sprees at the mall, a pool in her backyard, a dream bedroom, a BFF… That is, until her family moved to the backwoods of Wisconsin.
Abby plans to prove this backwoods dump is no place for a thirteen-year-old. So when her parents hire a carpenter and his son, Greg, she hangs out with the older boy to make her parents worry. But Greg turns out to be a total creep, and although Abby tells him she doesn’t like him, he continues to make her life miserable, watching her, trying to get close to her, threatening her.
What’s creepier is the mysterious brown-haired girl that keeps appearing and disappearing without saying a word. When Abby finds the girl’s diary in the outbuilding, she learns that they share a common enemy, Greg.
Will they share the same fate too?
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Release Day Exclusive Excerpt – Lost and Found
The Fairy Falls Animal Shelter is in trouble. Money trouble. It’s up to an old calico cat named Whiskey—a shelter cat who has mastered the skill of observation—to find a new human pack leader so that their home will be saved. With the help of Nobel, the leader of the shelter dogs, the animals set out to use the ancient skill of telepathy to contact any human who bothers to listen to them. Unfortunately for fifteen-year-old Meagan Walsh, she hears them, loud and clear.
Forced to live with her Aunt Izzy in the safe and quiet town of Fairy Falls, Meagan is caught stealing and is sentenced to do community hours at the animal shelter where her aunt works. Realizing Meagan can hear her, Whiskey realizes that Meagan just might have the pack leader qualities necessary to save the animals. Avoiding Whiskey and the rest of shelter animals becomes impossible for Meagan, so she finally gives in and promises to help them. Meagan, along with her newfound friends, Reid Robertson and Natalie Knight, discover that someone in Fairy Falls is not only out to destroy the shelter, but the animals as well. Can Meagan convince her aunt and co-workers that the animals are in danger? If she fails, then all the animals’ voices will be silenced forever.
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“You have some news?” Nobel asked, cutting into Whiskey’s thoughts.
She jumped. “Yes,” she answered, and then decided to lick her leg. “This morning, while I was curled up on the chair in the office, I heard the Bossy One talking into one of those small, shiny things humans call a phone.”
Nobel lay on his blanket and crossed his big paws. “Did you understand any of her words?”
Whiskey stopped grooming. “Some, but you won’t like it.”
Nobel’s ears rose. “I don’t like the Bossy One to begin with. What comes out of her mouth is mostly garble and she stinks like a dead skunk.”
“I think you’ve just insulted skunks everywhere, my friend,” Whisky mewed.
Nobel growled impatiently. Whiskey sighed and said, “From what human words I know, I heard ‘no money’ repeated many times.”
“Money?” Nobel asked, inclining his furry head. “What is money?”
“Something humans need to survive on.”
“Survive on? Explain.”
Whiskey frowned. Sometimes dogs were thick-headed. “Money, my friend, allows the humans to eat well, sleep in a safe place, and cover their bodies with the strange hairless outerwear they call clothes. Clearly, ‘no money’ means the humans cannot function very well.”
“So how does ‘no money’ affect us?” Nobel asked.
“I also heard the word ‘shelter’ after ‘no money’, meaning that the humans who care for us can no longer provide us with the food we eat, the blankets we sleep on, and all the comforts we’ve come to expect of this place.” Whiskey’s ears lowered. “No money, my friend, means this shelter will not be around much longer.”
“What?!” Nobel howled. “But this is our place, our sanctuary! She can’t make it go away!”
“The Bossy One will if she doesn’t come up with enough money soon. I sensed her fear, her desperation. She sounded broken.”
Nobel snarled. “The Bossy One has become weak! Her weakness endangers the pack! Do you think the other Ones who take care of us will do something about this?”
Whiskey sat silent for a few moments. Who might challenge the Bossy One? She thought about it. The Kind One? The Loud One? The Quiet One? The Quick One? Which human might be dominant enough to do this? The whimpering had dulled down and snoring replaced the barking. Her body twitched as if electricity surged through it.
Louis stirred in his sleep. “Get her. Bite her. Chew. Chew. Chew.” He snapped his jaws and flailed his long legs.
“Shut up, you fool!” Mary Jane growled. She picked up her rubber toy and shook it viciously.
Whiskey’s ears pricked up as she realized something. “Fool, no. Genius, yes.”
Nobel leaned closer to his kennel door. “I don’t quite follow.”
“That’s because you’re the pack leader. You never follow. Don’t you see?”
Nobel gave her a vacant look. His whiskered brown brows bobbed up and down in thought.
Whiskey fluffed her jowls. “It’s simple. The shelter needs a new pack leader to survive. In order to do that all the animals must join forces to help find a stronger human who can stand up to the Bossy One.”
“And how do we do that, seeing as most of us are in cages?”
“By using what nature gave us,” Whiskey meowed, locking eyes with Nobel. “We send our thoughts to any human who will listen.”
Nobel’s brows rose. “But…what if it doesn’t work?”
Whiskey stretched again, allowing her paws to knead the air before her. “Then, my friend, we will need what humans call a miracle.”
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The Sun God’s Heir: Rebirth, Book 2 – Excerpt
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René looked out over the Belle Poulé’s forecastle at the stern of his other ship, the Seahawk. The horizon and sky were an unremitting gray, a dull sameness that closed in around him. The northwest coast of Africa crept along their port side. The faster brigantine had taken the lead as they cut through the dark brown, silt-filled water at the delta of the river Bou Regreg, home to the very corsairs who had attacked the Poulé a fortnight earlier. An unnatural quiet belied the tension on the faces of his crew. Both ships ran easily over a dead calm sea, tacking west by southwest, on a steady southerly wind.
Making four knots, the Poulé glided by the northern shore of the river. The Seahawk ahead of them reduced sail and tightened the separation between the ships to three hundred yards. A forest of masts came into view off the port side. The full might of the Moroccan slave trade stretched in an endless line across the harbor. Bristling with weapons and filled to the gunwales with swarthy men, the corsair’s ships remained motionless as the Poulé and the Seahawk sailed before them. Fifty ships of all sizes, from the large Xebecs carrying upwards of two hundred and fifty men, to small swift sloops with twenty men, bobbed with the tide. Waiting. The silence was oppressive. The wave of hatred and frustration that came from the pirates was so great that the air itself seemed thicker, harder to breathe.
Even standing off a thousand yards, the fortress on their port side brooded dark and menacing as they approached the slavers’
homeports. Within these two towns, one on each side of the river’s mouth, lived the fathers, brothers, and sons of the recently deceased pirates who had attacked René’s ship. The same pirates who had killed thirty-nine good men from the Belle Poulé in an attempt to enslave them all.
Of the three hundred slavers who had attacked the Poulé, not one survived. Not one. The sheik’s daughter, Akeefa, had assisted every corsair within the reach of her sword in finding their final resting place at the bottom of the Mediterranean. As lethal with a blade as anyone René had ever met, with the possible exception of the Maestro, Akeefa had stormed through the remaining pirates, her face rigid with vengeful zeal that even one might escape her blade.
“Emile, keep the gun ports closed. Signal the Seahawk to do the same.” Seconds would be lost having the gun ports closed, but there was no advantage in provoking a battle.
“Aye, sir.” The big captain of the Poulé yelled orders to his first mate. Signal flags passed the order to the Seahawk, producing an immediate and ordered activity aboard her.
René sensed, rather than heard, Akeefa come above deck followed by the sheikh, Miguel Zaportas, and her brother Abdul-Karim. René turned toward them, never quite losing his focus on the emerging ports of Salé and Rabat. Akeefa was robed in a dark blue burqa, but as evidenced by the scimitar she held, she was dressed differently beneath to allow her greater movement should her sword be required.
The men nodded. There was no way to reach Casablanca without passing the homeports of the Barbary pirates. Given the number of pirate vessels based here, only death or slavery awaited them if the corsairs chose to ignore the sultan’s command to allow them safe passage.
Tension increased as the two ships made way past the silent northern fortress, the only sound, that of the waves crashing against the dark pockmarked volcanic rock that robed its lower walls. Although it would put them beyond the range of its fixed cannon, moving farther from shore would avail them of nothing.
The number of men and ships sent on the wings of vengeance would surround and overwhelm René’s two ships, no matter how fast or well armed.
Akeefa came to stand next to him. “At least you have not asked me to remain below.”
“If we are attacked, there will be no need for a reserve force.”
“Coming up on Salé, sir,” Emile called out.
“Merci, Captain.” René stood at the port gunwale and peered through his spyglass.
The English called them Sallee Rovers. Slavers by trade, they had decimated villages along the southern coast of Europe, stripping away whole towns, men, women, and children. The old, the infirm, and those children too young or unable to survive the mattamore, the infamous slave pens, were killed. Their ships, like hungry sharks, lurked along the Mediterranean sea lanes often sinking the ships with their cargo, taking only the men.
The Seahawk and the Belle Poulé continued to make way before the pirate fleet. The Poulé shuddered. A fluttering sound accompanied the ship’s change. René looked up at her expanse of sail dreading what he might see. One by one the sails luffed in the dying wind. Both ships settled as their headway bled off. Motionless in the center of the channel. Nothing moved, no flags in the wind, no birds. Nothing. Almost as if the port held its breath. Minutes passed in tortured silence until finally the wind picked up, mere gentle gusts at first teasing the waiting canvas and then exhaling its power as one sail after the next filled and his ships began to move.
As the town of Rabat on Bou Regreg’s southern shore receded astern, René exhaled, and willed his muscles to relax.
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The Count of Monte Cristo meets ancient Egypt in this riveting sequel to The Sun God’s Heir: Return.
Set during the wave tossed years of white slavery and Barbary pirates, this is the epic story of René Gilbert, a journey that defies time as he must draw on a larger awareness earned in previous lifetimes.
The plague’s dark fingers curl around Bordeaux. René must return home to save those he loves. But first he has to escape a Moroccan sultan’s clutches. In Bordeaux, an enemy waits, filled with a hatred three thousand years old. Only René can defeat this dark power, and only if he reclaims his own ancient past. In this arena, death is but the least of failure’s penalties.
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Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. The Sun God’s Heir: Return, book one of the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, Rebirth will come out on April 18th, followed in July by the third and final book of the series, Redemption. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.
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The Sun God’s Heir: Return by Elliot Baker – Excerpt
The boatswain, a large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of René. “Chain him to the mast.”
Their gazes met.
“Don’t look at me, boy.” He backhanded René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules. Surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a question, boy. Don’t try my patience, ‘cause I ain’t got none.”
“My mother died when I was born.” René studied the man’s feet to see how he moved. All the while he cataloged everything in his peripheral vision.
“Well, not to worry, you will be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away then turned back and hit René again. His bitter laugh floated across the deck. “I just had to do that.”
Though they had chained him in a way that forced him to stand, René had enough slack to turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an older carrack in design with the raised forecastle. She had seen better days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order. Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew, competent in their tasks, and not likely to make mistakes that might allow him to escape. Escape. Even if he could, where would he go in the middle of the ocean?
Do not rush fate. One thing at a time. Do what you can do.
His master’s voice echoed within his head.
He had to pick a fight and hope he survived long enough to create allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed. “What are you findin’ so funny, boy?” The man stuck his face within inches of René’s.
The boatswain’s right leg was shorter than his left and René doubted anyone brought that fact to his attention without regret.
“You walk funny.” René called out loud and clear. There was no profit to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.
All work within the sound of René’s voice stopped. Silence reigned. René had guessed right, and now he needed to survive his insight.
The boatswain froze, disbelief written on his face. The disbelief changed to rage. “What did you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Even the captain had turned to watch. René counted on the fact that Gaspard’s agent had given the captain a great deal of money along with explicit instructions that did not include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he could not know was how close to dead the agent considered acceptable.
“I said you walk funny,” René said— louder this time, so there was no mistake in his words.
“Do you know what a cat is, boy?” The veins in the man’s neck pulsed. His eyes were shot red with blood.
Exclusive Excerpt from The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum
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Title: The Time Traveller’s Resort and Museum
Author Name: David McLain
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Genre(s): Time Travel, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Steampunk
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It didn’t seem like a place for a king to die. He lay there on a simple stretcher, with no more ceremony than a common soldier might have. His beard was bloody, and his arms looked disjointed, but he didn’t look like he was dying. Maybe it would be all right. It was difficult to tell. The young man knelt down beside him. The smell was overwhelming. ‘The smell of death,’he thought. ‘I have to pretend. I have to pretend I don’t smell it. Just look at him. He looks fine. Just look at him.’ The young man looked at the King’s face and tried to smile. The King opened his eyes and stared at him.
“Hwæt!” he said. He spoke with a small laugh, as if all of this were a practical joke on him. “Adam,” he said. The young man nodded. He had never been sure why it was that the King called him that. It wasn’t his name. Normally he would object, but of course things like that didn’t matter just now. With great effort, the King raised his hand to his chest. It was only then that the young man noticed the sword.
The King’s beautiful sword was still clutched in his left hand; or rather, the hilt of his sword was still in his hand. The blade had shattered, leaving only a small stub where the deadliest weapon in Britain had once been. The cold flat steel of the hilt was still perfect, but its power was gone now, gone forever. It had shattered like a chicken bone, or an old piece of wood.
“Wē wunne,” the King said.
“Wē wunne,” the young man repeated.
“Ond min deað,” the King gasped.
“No,” the young man said firmly, as if his insistence would be enough. The King laughed again.
“Nū morgen,” the King said. “Nū cyning. Ic Fæder fæþmum, ond Ic spræce mit mitig.”
And with that, he died.
***
They buried the King at the abbey. He was laid in the hollow of an oak tree, near the men who had died so willingly protecting his kingdom and his throne. The hilt of his sword was laid on his chest. The young man had a local blacksmith lay down the engraving on the hilt, so that the world would know him for all time. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple dedication in Latin. The plot was marked with a stone pyramid and nothing more. The funeral was attended by the men who had survived, and those who were there were convinced that he would have been honoured. He was now the past, and the future.
A new morning. A new king. I embrace the Father and I speak with might.
Those were his last words, and they haunted the young man until he became an old man, long after the old king had become a myth and a shadow. When the young man was asked about the old king, and he was asked more times than he could remember, he would usually talk about his love of the people, of all people, and the way he could make men laugh. But sometimes, just sometimes, when it was late at night, he would tell people about the last words of the King, and the engraving the blacksmith had put on the sword:
HIC IACET
ARTHVR
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Chosen by the Valkyries – A guest post by author Sharon Ledwith
If you are ever lucky enough (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) to be chosen by the Valkyries, it says a lot about your character and the warrior within you. In Book 2 of The Last Timekeepers tween and teen time travel series, The Last Timekeepers and the Dark Secret, an eccentric baron named Baron von Roth teaches Jordan and Amanda about the significance of the Valkyries, runes, and the most important and granddaddy of all Nordic gods, Odin.

Valkyries were female figures, closely associated with Odin, whose function it was to select those slain in battle for Valhall (a.k.a. Valhalla). The name Valkyries literally means ‘choosers of the slain’, and Valhall means ‘hall of the slain’. These slain warriors were gathered for Odin’s ghostly army, fed boar’s flesh (yum), and allowed to drink ale before they trained to hone their skills for the final battle at Ragnarok (the end of the old world). After the slain warriors are chosen, it was the Valkyries job to keep the warriors’ horned goblets filled to the brim with booze. In other words, besides being grim reapers, these ladies were also glorified waitresses.

Odin is in a class all by himself. His name means ‘frenzy’, and he was also known as the god of magic and wisdom. Odin was often portrayed as a grey-bearded old man with one eye, his face hidden by a hood or a broad-brimmed hat, because he had cast an eye into Mirmir’s well in return for a drink of its ‘immense wisdom’. He gained insight another way by hanging himself (sacrificing himself to himself) from a mighty wind-swept ash tree named Yggdrasil. Odin survived in this state for no less than nine days and nights. At the end of the ninth night, he at last perceived shapes in the depths: the runes! His sacrifice had been accepted and the runes (which mean both ‘letter’ and ‘secret’ or ‘mystery’) were shown to him, revealing to Odin not only their forms, but also the secrets that lie within them. Having fixed this knowledge in his formidable memory, Odin ended his ordeal with a scream of exultation. Whew, that’s a lot to endure for an ancient alphabet system!

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“How old is he?”
“I believe he’s about your age,” Mama said.
“Did they find his boat?”
Mama shrugged. “Your father found an abandoned boat matching the description the family gave, down at the edge of the Atchafalaya Swamp early this morning. If he’s lost out there,” she bowed her head, “God help him. That swamp is thousands of acres.”
“My teacher, Miss Algood, said it’s over a million acres, and it’s the biggest swamp in the whole United States.”
“That is huge,” she said. “Well, your father is studying the currents down through there to see. If it is his boat, it might have drifted there on its own.”
“I’m sure it’s the current.” I wrinkled my nose. “Why would a kid want to go up in a big ole swamp, unless he thought the fishing was better there?”
“That’s what they are trying to figure out.” Mama stood up and brushed her hands across her apron. “Most of all they are concerned with where he could be now.”
I followed her back into the houseboat.
Papa sat staring at the maps. He rolled one of ’em up and ran his finger over the lines on another one.
“Are you going to eat something before you head out, Jack?” Mama asked him. He didn’t answer. His tanned forehead pulled his bushy brows down over his blue eyes.
Jesse jumped down from his chair at the table. “I’m sorry I colored in your book,” he mumbled with his head down. “I needed some paper to draw on, and it’s aw I could find.”
“Next time, ask me,” I said. “I’m sure I could have found some for you.” I glared at him. I wasn’t ready to forgive The Spaz just yet.
I walked over to Papa, trying not to interrupt his concentration. Lying next to one of the maps was a small key. I reached for it but Papa slapped his hand over it.
I’d grown an attraction to keys. Keys meant someone had secrets and secrets meant adventure. “What does that go to?”
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Length: Approx. 204 pages
ASIN: B01KIQNDD6
ISBN Paperback: 978-1987976168
Release Date: Septemer 17, 2016
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing (http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com/)
About The Secret in Mossy Swamp:
Living in a tiny houseboat, Nikki is stuck with sharing a room with her little brother, Jesse, who does what little brothers do best…torture their sisters. Fed up, she decides to build a place of her own…a tree house where no boys are allowed. Meanwhile, something strange is happening on Bayou Platte. Things and people are coming up missing…and little stick dolls covered in moss, known locally as “signs” from the legendary Rougarou, are showing up in their place.
Is the Rougarou really to blame? Can Nikki get to the bottom of the mystery before things get worse? Find out in this third instalment of the Nikki Landry Swamp Legends Series!
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Book Tour: Poppy by Clarissa Johal
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Title: Poppy
Genre: Paranormal
Author: Clarissa Johal
Editor: Kathryn Galan
Publisher: Faeriemoon Press
ISBN-13: 978-0692708873
ISBN-10: 0692708871
Number of Pages: 234
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A red-headed, pink-loving mortician who speaks to the dead.
A moody, unsociable funeral director.
Poppy and Dante from Struck are back.
Something is lingering around Skyview Funeral Home—and it’s stealing souls of the dead.
With Dante in tow, Poppy is determined to put a stop to it.
Can she protect those who are trying to cross over, or will her soul be next?
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Clarissa Johal is the bestselling author of paranormal novels, Poppy, The Island, Voices, Struck and Between. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing, taking pictures of gargoyles, or swinging from a trapeze. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters, and every stray animal that darkens their doorstep.
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