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Book of the Day: Death is Not the End, Daddy

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John Doe

John Doe is a killer. Fourteen children in the last twenty six years. Teddy tells him to and he listens. He has to listen. He is parked across the street from the elementary school in Payne, North Dakota, waiting for Teddy to tell him the name of the next child. He hasn’t yet, but he will…

Matthew Mills

God is good. It’s the only truth Matthew Mills needs. But, pain is still pain. It has only been a week since his wife had her second miscarriage in the last three years. She has become a shell of who she was. Only his daughter Marcy is a light in his life.

What would happen if she was taken away?

“A revolutionary piece of fiction that expands far beyond the Christian market.”
-Clover Hogan (Smashwords Review)

“An incredible work of art.”
-M.J. Elliott (Smashwords Review)

“By far the book I’ve ever read.”
-Amit Sharma (Smashwords Review)

Excerpt:

John Doe

I don’t remember much before Teddy, but I do remember the laced leggings I found in the backseat of dad’s Buick. They weren’t mom’s. She was already sick by that time. Sick and dying. But, he was out sticking his piece in someone else…

He stuck his piece in me, too. That was the day Teddy came into my life. He wasn’t just my faded brown bear anymore. He was Teddy. He understood the pain of watching mom die; he understood the hate growing in me after daddy stuck his piece in me. He helped it grow.

Even before mom died, Teddy told me daddy didn’t deserve to live. At her funeral, he cried. The fake! Those tears attracted someone else, who he stuck his piece in later that night.

After mom died, I only had Teddy. He has never spoken in the way a person does. But, he does talk. His voice is constantly in my head. The bear just sits. And when I look into his eyes, I see blood. Lots of it. Blood and pain. I fill with tingles. Teddy says that’s as normal as the hatred I still feel for daddy. Sometimes I question it, though. And sometimes, Teddy gives me horrible nosebleeds, where my eyes feel ready to pop.

Teddy told me to come to Payne, North Dakota, and park across the street from the elementary school. He hasn’t given me the name of the next child yet. But, he will. He always does. My identity is what Teddy tells me to be. When I question it, he makes the blood I see in my head come out of me. He told me to kill daddy. With mom gone, there was no one else. It was just Teddy. Daddy didn’t even say a word to me anymore. He was gone most of the time. And when he was home, he scared me.

Teddy promised me that it would help. I listened. He was only protecting me. Teddy told me when to kill him, and what to use. There was blood. Lots of it.

Matthew Mills

God is good. It is the only truth I need. It has kept me afloat through my wife’s second miscarriage in three years. But, pain is still pain. It’s only been a week since she lost the baby.

Sometimes I wonder how Job felt when everything was taken from him. He made it through and came out a better person. The Lord uses pain to mold us—

I worry about my wife. The light has left her eyes. She used to profess her faith. Now it seems like she is drowning, and no matter how much scripture I read, the light doesn’t return. I am the pillar of this house. The Lord gave me that job, and I will stand even as everything else crumbles around me.

The devil has filled my head with thoughts of suicide. He tries to convince me that the razors from her shaver will be the death of her. He tells me to leave the bathroom door open when she showers, just in case. And I do, just in case. There is weakness in me. I’m not afraid of the enemy. My victory is through Jesus Christ. But, sometimes I fear her death is in His plan. Anyone who tries to tell me He would never allow that, I refer them to Job. The Lord takes away, sometimes for reasons we can’t understand.

My bible is out; the highlighter has already run across a few Proverbs, and a comforting piece in John. I have found quite a few verses that reassure me of my place in Him. I believe I have two sons in heaven.

I cling onto my Marcy. She is eight and a bundle of silly and sweet. I feed her the Lord daily. And His light shines from her in every way. I love her more than I thought possible. She is my little princess, and I try my hardest to make her feel that way, especially now that Janet has shut down…

Something is stirring tonight. I can feel fear trying to slip into my house. It’s trying to claw up the back of me, and enter through the front. I have a job to do tonight. My bible is highlighted on mostly every page. If a battle is coming, then I will win, because greater is He that is in me, than he that is in the world. I am the pillar, and I can feel the pieces beginning to crumble. Help me stand tall, Lord. Help me stand tall.

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Book of the Day: Rarity from the Hollow

Today’s Book of the Day is RARITY FROM THE HOLLOW by Robert Eggleton. In addition to the book feature and excerpt, we will also have an opportunity to find out more about the author and his writing next week when he’ll be back for an interview! I would also like to note that author proceeds from this book support the prevention of child maltreatment: http://www.childhswv.org/

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Lacy Dawn’s father relives the Gulf War, her mother’s teeth are rotting out, and her best friend is murdered by the meanest daddy on Earth. Life in the hollow is hard. She has one advantage — an android was inserted into her life and is working with her to cure her parents. But, he wants something in exchange. It’s up to her to save the Universe. Lacy Dawn doesn’t mind saving the universe, but her family and friends come first.

Rarity from the Hollow is adult literary science fiction filled with tragedy, comedy and satire. A Children’s Story. For Adults.

“The most enjoyable science fiction novel I have read in years.” —Temple Emmet Williams, Author, former editor for Reader’s Digest

“Quirky, profane, disturbing… In the space between a few lines we go from hardscrabble realism to pure sci-fi/fantasy. It’s quite a trip.” — Evelyn Somers, The Missouri Review

. “…a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse…tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…profound…a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy.” — Awesome Indies (Gold Medal)

“…sneaks up you and, before you know it, you are either laughing like crazy or crying in despair, but the one thing you won’t be is unmoved…a brilliant writer.” –Readers’ Favorite (Gold Medal)

“Rarity from the Hollow is an original and interesting story of a backwoods girl who saves the Universe in her fashion. Not for the prudish.” —Piers Anthony, New York Times bestselling author

“…Good satire is hard to find and science fiction satire is even harder to find.” — The Baryon Review

“…Brilliant satires such as this are genius works of literature in the same class as Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm.’ I can picture American Lit professors sometime in the distant future placing this masterpiece on their reading list.” — Marcha’s Two-Cents Worth

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Excerpt from RARITY FROM THE HOLLOW:

(Chapter 32: “The First Sexual Harassment Complaint on Shptiludrp”)

Scene Prologue: Rarity from the Hollow includes political allegory, parody, and satire. Long before Donald Trump was on the political radar, it predicted his rise to political power. In the story, Lacy Dawn, the eleven year old protagonist, is a most unlikely savior of the universe. At this point, readers have learned that the universe faces an imminent threat. An android named DotCom (a recurring pun in the story) was sent to Earth to recruit and train Lacy to fulfill her destiny. She changed the android’s name to “Bucky” to cover-up its true nature, assembled and prepared a team to diagnose and address the threat, and took her team to planet Shptiludrp (Shop Until You Drop), a giant shopping mall and the center of economic governance for the universe. The following scene is the team’s first meeting with the Manager of the Mall and takes place in the only high rise office building on the planet, now easily identifiable as Trump Tower.

…Lacy Dawn scanned across a desk larger than her bedroom and lowered her gaze until just above the desk top. In an oversized swivel chair behind the desk sat a humanoid…. Mr. Prump stood up…. He extended a small hand with six fingers, each of which had at least two overly large golden rings.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Lacy Dawn,” he ignored the others….

“He looks almost just like that short guy on those taxi cab reruns,” Dwayne whispered. “What’s that actor’s name?” (Dwayne, Lacy’s father, is an Iraq War damaged Vet who suffered from PTSD, night terrors and anger outbursts until cured by the android since he had refused treatment by the VA hospital. Dwayne, an expert used car salesman, plays an important role on the team and worked very hard to save the universe in an effort to achieve Lacy’s forgiveness past abusive behaviors.)

“Shhhh,” Lacy Dawn glared.

“I have a complaint to make,” Lacy said to Mr. Prump.

“Oh?” Mr. Prump sat down, opened a drawer, and shoved a form across his desk in her direction. “Please call me Mr. Prump.”

Hospitality has been extended to her entourage.

The form ran out of momentum half-way across the desk. Lacy Dawn extended and retracted because it stopped well short of her reach.

That’s too far regardless of obligatory respect.

“I was not aware of any dissatisfaction of any type, sir,” Bucky reverted to his role as DotCom in the presence of his long-term authority figure. Lacy Dawn gave him The Look and trumped.

“Your elevator operator just told me that I have a nice ass,” she said.

Dwayne started for the office exit to get the offender. Lacy Dawn pushed him toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. Tom grabbed Dwayne’s arm. (Tom is Lacy’s neighbor. He is a wealthy “back to the land” marijuana dealer who relocated to The Hollow when he concluded that city life aggravated his Bipolar Disorder.) Then, Tom and Lacy Dawn had to restrain Bucky’s attempt to go after the offender.

Lacy and Jenny stood alone in front of the desk while the males sat. Jenny moved to her daughter’s side. (Jenny is Lacy’s formerly downtrodden mother whose self-esteem had been enhanced after the android had replaced her rotting teeth with new ones.) Brownie growled. So did Bucky. (Brownie is the family mutt and the only member of the team with enough empathy skills to communicate with, at this point in the story, vile invaders of the universe.)….

Mr. Prump shoved another form in her direction with the same result. The complaint forms were the only papers on the desk….

“Tree says that to me all the time,” the receptionist said from the doorway. “Would anybody like something to drink or a snack?”

Nobody responded except Mr. Prump. He extended a cup that had been on his desk, but the gesture was ignored.

“That’s different, you…” Tom started but Lacy Dawn’s look cut him short.

“The females of those people got no figures at all — straight up and down,” the receptionist said. “I wouldn’t take it personally, Lacy. All males from that planet become infatuated with any curve on any body that they think is female. He’s a nice person once you get to know him.”

“Regardless, it was inappropriate for him to tell me that I have a nice ass.”

“Yeah,” her team said in unison. DotCom was the loudest except for Brownie’s bark followed by another growl.

“I ought to kick his ass for talking trash to my little girl,” Dwayne said.

I’m such a juvenile.

Lacy glared at him again.

“Sorry,” Dwayne hung his head.

“Further,” Lacy Dawn continued. “I’m not about to do business with any planet that permits the sexual harassment of its visitors or employees to go undisciplined.”

Jenny sat down.

“Yeah,” the receptionist said.

Mr. Prump sank deeper into his seat….

“I’m never going to sit on your lap again unless I want to,” the receptionist said. “And, as for anything else, you can just forget it from now on unless you take care of this. Take care of the whole problem on the whole planet — equal respect for all people — within their financial means, of course.”

“Take a memo to Division Managers with a copy to All Staff.”

Lacy Dawn stood alone before the desk. He dictated the memo and she listened.

It’s pretty good. There’s procedure for making sexual harassment complaints, investigation, due process, and penalty.

“That’s all for now. I’ll contact you tomorrow to begin negotiation of terms,” she said.

Mr. Prump asked her what time but she didn’t answer. Lacy Dawn had concluded her first meeting with the most powerful being in the universe and had beaten him in negotiations.

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Book of the Day: Initiation

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Initiation

By Nicole J. Knight

It’s the last Monday in September. For sophomore girls at Moreland High, it’s the most important day of their lives. They rush to their lockers and hope to find that one-of-a-kind invitation to the Sapphires Social Club. For the lucky few who are chosen, there is the promise of popularity and high school fame if they complete initiation.

​Queenie, a cheerleader with a basketball star boyfriend, believes that being a Sapphire is her destiny. Taylor, a tennis player, is a reluctant participant in a bet that she can’t complete initiation. Chanel, an honor student from a low-income neighborhood, is looking to secure her status among Moreland’s rich kids. Anna Maria, who is struggling to lose weight, sees the Sapphires as a way for her peers to accept her.

​The girls soon discover that the Sapphires Social Club is different from their expectations. Ultimately, they will have to decide if being a Sapphire is worth the total price of admission.

Nicole J. Knight

About Nicole J. Knight

Nicole J. Knight is an educator and multi-genre author. She is a proud graduate of Xavier University of Louisiana, where she majored in English and minored in Spanish. She is a successful educator, and has been recognized as a campus Teacher of the Year and as a finalist for Teacher of the Year in her school district. Her experience educating tweens and teenagers is one of the reasons she decided to focus on young adult fiction. Her first young adult full-length manuscript, Sapphires Social Club: Initiation, explores the lives of four teenage girls vying for a spot on their high school’s most popular social club. Most recently, she completed three manuscript outlines for a Canadian publisher. The outlines resulted in three published novels about the ins-and-outs of high school cheerleading. Currently, Nicole resides in North Texas, where she is hard at work on her next manuscript.

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Book of the Day: Allegra’s Shadow

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Allegra’s Shadow

By Dana Sanders Hill   

Death forces a reserved biology professor into a shadowy world of secrets, danger and unwanted desire.

When Mariah St. Cloud becomes a full-fledged member of the walking wounded, she shuts down. She’s learned that men are born heartbreakers, so the biology professor makes work her lover instead. It’s dependable and won’t leave the toilet seat up. But the untimely death of her beautiful, estranged sister Allegra kicks Mariah’s predictable life to the curb, and brings ex-cop Anthony Caine into her everyday existence – intense, protective and far too handsome for her self-imposed celibacy.

Conflict is inevitable. Anthony wants to tumble Mariah’s reserve like the walls of Jericho and keep her safe. Mariah just wants him out of her hair – even as she stands in the deadly shadow of Allegra’s secrets.

About the Author

Dana Sanders Hill is a native New Yorker who moved to North Carolina in 1998, right before Christmas and just before an ice storm hit and she hasn’t moved yet. Thanks to her parents, Dana was an avid reader at a young age. Her mother changed her reading habits when Dana was thirteen by giving her a historical romance novel. In one week, Dana went from reading Nancy Drew to adult fiction and she never looked back. When she was seventeen, she told her father she wanted to write books. He said, “Go ahead.” She’s been writing ever since.

Dana’s first romance novel Twin of Heat was published in 2005. Allegra’s Shadow is her first romantic suspense.

Contact

 Email: danasandershill@gmail.com

Twitter@danasandershill

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Book of the Day: Guilty Pleasures

Guilty Pleasures

By Deborah Fletcher Mello

 

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Former NBA star Alexander Barrett has slam dunked his career into second gear with the grand opening of his hot new gym in Boulder, Colorado. But his excitement is tempered when his estranged twin brother, MMA title holder Zachary “The Hammer” Barrett returns home from Thailand. Alex has never forgiven Zach for marrying his college sweetheart. And while they’re now divorced, his bitterness lingers.

Zach hoped to re-connect with his brother, but when his personal assistant and trainer, Sarai Montri, arrives, their rivalry is soon reignited. Highly educated, not to mention gorgeous, the former Miss Thailand captivates Alex for the first time since his heartbreak. But Sarai’s devotion to Zach only stirs up the past. Will the brothers’ competitive natures tear them apart once more–with Sarai caught in the middle? …

“Mello dishes up rich emotions, memorable characters, and family intrigue.” –Publishers Weekly on Craving Temptation, Starred Review

“An author who consistently delivers a strong story, complex characters and scorching love scenes.” –RT Book Review

 

Excerpt

Alexander stood beneath the spray of four, bronze-colored, shower heads, the hot water like little piercing needles against his skin. His body hurt, and the heated shower massaging his muscles was welcomed. His early morning workout had been a bear, but the exercise was needed to alleviate the anxiety that had been with him since the grand opening of Champs. As he thought about the hard work and effort that had gone into creating and building his dream gym facility, he wanted to smile but didn’t have the energy or the wherewithal to make the effort.

He was emotionally exhausted, and if he were honest, he didn’t see that changing any time soon. Thoughts of his brother and the woman who’d called the man her friend flooded his mind. Alexander hadn’t been able to stop thinking of either, imagining the unfathomable. How was it possible that his twin had gotten to another woman who’d caught his eye, the two actually living together? For a brief moment he’d been excited at the prospect of taking her to dinner to get to know more about her. There was something about Sarai Montri that he couldn’t quite put a name to that had him curious, and Zachary had once again beaten him to the punch. It felt like high school, and college, all over again.

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About Debra Mello

 

For Deborah Fletcher Mello, writing is as necessary as breathing and she firmly believes that if she could not write she would cease to exist.

Her first novel, TAKE ME TO HEART, earned her a 2004 Romance Slam Jam nomination for Best New Author. In 2005 she received Book of the Year and Favorite Heroine nominations for her novel THE RIGHT SIDE OF LOVE. In 2008, Deborah won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award for Best Series Romance for her ninth novel, TAME A WILD STALLION. With the release of her second literary work, GRAYE in 2012 and her fifteenth romance novel, PASSIONATE PREMIERE in 2013, Deborah knows that there are no limits to her writing career.

A true renaissance woman, Deborah’s many career paths have included working as a retail buyer and size model for a national women’s clothing chain, a finance manager for a well-known beverage organization, a sales manager for an infamous candy company, a telecommunications administrator and corporate trainer for a hotel-owning company, an art gallery director for a world-renowned artist, and an administrative consultant for multiple organizations throughout the United States. Deborah is also a licensed real estate broker and general building contractor.

Born and raised in Fairfield Country, Connecticut, Deborah maintains base camp in North Carolina but considers home to be wherever the moment moves her.

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Book of the Day: Hypnotic

The Book of Adam: Hypnotic

by Iris Bolling

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Dr. Adam Fitzgerald Lassiter has Masters Degree in Biometric Engineering and Nuclear Engineering and let’s not forget his Ph.D., in Chemical Engineering. With several inventions under his belt, the tall, dark, intelligent, and definitely uninhibited, Adam Lassiter has his life figured out. He is on his way to becoming an FBI agent. He is determined to step out of the shadow of his larger-than-life older brothers. The problem…there are those who are willing to kill for his latest invention.

Deemed a medical genius early in her career, the sexy Dr. Amber Nicolas feels her life is finally on track. She has accomplished a lot in her young life. Now, she feels that something is missing, that feeling of contentment from being held in the arms of a loving man. So she asks God to bring her the Yin to her Yang; the King to her Queen, the Clyde to her Bonnie…you get the idea.

In walks the man who kidnapped her dreams years ago…Adam Lassiter.

Within 48 hours of the two officially meeting, there are three murders, an attempted kidnapping, and the takeover of a small country.

 

Excerpt

The Book of Adam – Hypnotic by Iris Bolling

“Allow is such a speculative term. Have you ever heard of doing something then asking permission later?” 

“No. I have always been told you ask permission first.”

“You must live a very sheltered life.” Adam smiled. “Where is the adventure? Living that way makes a person so predictable people know exactly what to expect before you even do it. I find that life is more interesting when people have no idea what you might do next.”

“Living life that way puts your world in turmoil. There are no controls, no accountability, no limits.”

“Why should there be limits? Each day God gives us a day to find our purpose for being on this earth. I say we should live it to the fullest. As the old adage says tomorrow is not promised. Go for the gusto while you can.”

“That is an immature way of looking at things.” Amber sobered. “There has to be structure in a person’s life. And while you say it’s being predictable to live within one’s limits, I find it being dependable. People know what to expect from you. It’s clear that you can be counted on when needed.”

“You’re a military brat, aren’t you?” Adam frowned.

Amber’s defenses rose. “Yes, I am and very proud of it.”

Adam suddenly came to attention; he saluted her with his hand. “Yes, ma’am,” he laughed. “I bet you have a daily regimen, don’t you? Get up at six in the morning. Dressed and showered by 6:30, breakfast by seven, in the office precisely at 7:30. Am I right?”

For a moment, the routine Amber always looked at as a good quality suddenly felt dirty. She should get off the subject. “I get up at 5:30, dress, take a run and I am back home by six. I shower, get dressed for work and I am out of the house at my office no later than 7:30.” She frowned. “You make it sound like being dependable is a dirty or bad thing. I look at it as being an adult. Allow me to correct that – a responsible adult.”

Adam leaned back against the counter top, folded his arms then tilted his head to stare at her. “Where is the time for your man to make love to you in the morning so that you are full of energy and awareness of your sexuality each day?” He took a step towards her. “What about lunch time when your man has an unquenchable desire to hear you scream his name in the middle of the day?” He took another step towards her. “What about at night when dinner is on the table, the candles are lit and the dessert your man wants is between your legs rather than on the plate? When does your way of living allow for a gentle kiss that leads to hours upon hours of sexual satisfaction? Do you have time in your schedule for that? Or does that have to be timed and placed on a schedule as well?” He stood a mere breath away from her. “Where is the spontaneity, the building fire, the lingering desire, you know the normal reactions between a man and woman?”

Amber was visibly flustered by his words. Her breathing increased, her eyes widened, beads of perspiration formed right above her lips as if a flame had just been struck under them. She stepped back until her desk blocked her escape. Slowly her eyes rose to meet his. They really were beautiful. Or can a man’s eyes be classified as beautiful, she thought. And his lips, they were thick, smooth, suckable lips. And they had the nerve to be calling out to her. As if on command, her tongue involuntarily snaked out to coat her lips.  

Adam watched as her tongue glided slowly across her lips and smiled. “I think I know the answer.” His eyes held hers. “You haven’t met a man who would make you want to throw all your schedules and controls out a window just to have a taste of him.” His lips brushed against hers with the lightest touch. It was the jolt he felt that forced him to pull back. The intensity to cover her lips with his did not dissipate. The heat rising between them had increased to an unbearable temperature. He knew she felt it too. But this wasn’t the time or place to act on what he was feeling. “One day soon, you will know that feeling.” He stepped back and resumed his stance against the back counter.

The Heart Television Show

Award winning author, Iris Bolling, has always had the dream see her characters on a larger platform. After years of dreaming, she decided to put her faith to work. She consulted with a few friends, family members and fans and devise a plan to put her vision to action. She took the bull by the horn by placing her own money to use primarily for the funding of the first season of The Heart Television Show. She also had super fans who contributed their money and time to assist her in realizing her goals.

No, Bolling is embarking on the launch of season two of The Heart Television Show. She along with Judith Wansley and few faithful fans and supporters are making season two a reality.

“No longer can we artist, stand back and wait for others to validate our work. It is time we create vehicles to showcase the diverse talents of people we know.  We need to invest in our own dreams and assist others along the way, “remarked Bolling.

Ms. Bolling will be the first to tell you that the process of writing, filming, and budgeting is not easy. However, the rewards easily outweigh the obstacles. Her Company Siri Austin Entertainment, has been able to train and hire people to perform technical and artistic jobs behind and in front of the cameras. Giving artist of all mediums to have a voice.

The actors of The Heart Television Show are constant supporters of the project. Actor Tommy Ford, from Martin Fame, portrays Avery Brooks, a prominent Civil Rights attorney, along the lines of Julian Bond

“My character is a loving father and husband, who has a commanding presence! However, my family has been divided for several years. In season 2 of The Heart, my son James turns to me for guidance. I see this as an opportunity to not only give my son the direction needed in his professional life, but his love life as well. Feeling loved and needed by my son is more rewarding than any business success that my character has ever accomplished!”

New actress Erika Lee is still reeling from the love she receives from her character, Ashley Harrison. “Playing the role of Ashley Harrison was literally a dream come true. Anybody who knows me knows my character and I are very similar.  It was such a joy and so easy for me to connect to her character. She is feisty and fierce yet compassionate and loving. I feel like every woman around the world can someway relate and enjoy her role in The Heart TV series.” 

Season two revolves around the lives of political game changer, James Brooks (Mark Vincent) and his captivating, sassy love interest Ashley Harrison (Erika Lee). The drama unfolds when secrets, lies, and violence erupts to destroy their lives and love. The show will air on MyTV Richmond, Fox Richmond for six weeks on Saturdays at 10:00 p.m., starting March 19, 2016.

 Iris Bolling

About the Author

Iris Bolling’s published her first novel, Once You’ve Touched the Heart in 2008. This self-published work was the first of the five additional books to complete the Heart Series. The popular Heart Series has captivated the hearts of readers and awarded Iris the Emma Award as Debut Author of the Year in 2010. In May of 2011, Iris introduced a new cast of characters in her in Night of Seduction Series. The second book in the series, The Pendleton Rule was reviewed in USA Today and received, the 2014 Emma Award for Suspense of The Year.

In 2012, she began the Gems & Gents series with her novel Teach Me, which generated an importune shoe contest on Facebook that spanned the international waters. It continued with the release of the very popular Book of Joshua I and Book of Joshua II. The series has earned Iris several awards including 2014 Hero of The Year and 2015 Heroine of The Year.

The beginning of her third series, The Brooks’ Family Values, was introduced in her novel Sinergy in 2014, followed by book 2 Fatal Mistake and Propensity For Love, both released in 2015. Propensity For Love was awarded the Villain of The Year honor and has been nominated for several 2016 Emma awards.

Iris received the honor of being named Author of The Year twice since the inception of her career, 2012 and 2014.

In 2014, Iris stepped into a new venture geared towards bringing books to film. She produced The Heart, a television series based on her popular novels. Season two will air in the spring of 2016.

Adding more to her resume’ Iris is now doing quest-speaking engagements to share her experience and to encourage others to follow their dreams.

Iris currently lives in Richmond, Virginia where she is working on her next series. Join Iris mailing list for news about new books and upcoming appearances in your area. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and on Instagram. 

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Book of the Day: Hollywood Skye

Today’s Book of the Day is:

Hollywood Skye

By Suzetta Perkins

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When a young woman seeking fame and fortune falls into a con artist’s trap, she learns what Hollywood is really all about…and what really matters most.

Skye Taylor is a naïve, attractive nineteen-year-old, who wants to get as far away from her small Kansas hometown as possible. She coerces a soldier from a nearby army base to marry her, but soon finds out that she’s in a marriage from hell. With very little money, Skye leaves her husband and sets off for Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting.

Things may be looking up for Skye when she has a chance meeting with well-dressed, well-manicured Rico Tillman, who is enthralled with her beauty and offers to manage her career. But what Skye doesn’t know is that Rico, if that’s his real name, is the head of a local car-theft ring. One day police stop Skye while she is dropping off one of Rico’s cars. She uses her one phone call to contact Rico, who has already disappeared.

Skye’s life spirals out of control. She is black-listed before her acting career really takes off. And during this traumatic moment in her life, she realizes she misses her family. After everything she’s been through, Skye considers returning home, but that spark—that desire to be a part of the entertainment business—is still there. Could one more bad decision cost Skye her life?

Excerpt

It was as if God had dropped a giant bag of green and brown skittles all over the military base.  Skye Taylor’s small green eyes gawked as she walked through the sea of soldiers on her way to the Post Exchange, taking snapshots in her mind of each one she passed, as if she was on a shopping trip at an exotic vacation spot.  She licked her lips and drew in a deep breath, overcome with this good fortune.  The sampling was varied, but there was nothing wrong with having lots of choices.  For sure, some of the soldiers were married, but for Skye, whosoever was willing let them come.

And then she spotted him dressed in green camouflage fatigues, a wine-colored beret sitting on the side of his head.  He spotted her too and seemed amused that she was watching him, as he flirted with his eyes.

Skye’s feet wouldn’t move and her knees began to knock together.  Butterflies danced in her stomach, their wings tickling her insides.  But his eyes stalked Skye and gave her the courage to move forward.

She worked her jeans and the bright orange tight-fitting tank top that plunged at least six inches, exposing ample breasts that spilled over the thin neckline that did its best to keep her intact.  Her orange pointed-toe stilettos jutted out from underneath her jeans pointing the way—and point they did as the mesmerized soldier stood at attention until Skye was within two inches of him.

He was as tall as a skyscraper and his ruddy good looks excited her.  Although he was covered from head to toe in Army fatigues, Skye could tell he was built.  His caramel-colored, oval-shaped faced housed a pair of light-brown eyes with lashes much too long and pretty for a man.

“What’s your name, pretty lady?” the soldier asked, cocking his head to the side to get a good look.  “Walking like that might kill a soldier, especially one that’s been battling the Taliban for a long time.”

Skye smiled.  “What’s your name and were you in Iraq?”

“I recently got back from Afghanistan.  I’m Sgt. Culbertson…ahh, that is, Sgt. Bryan Culbertson.”

Skye ran her first name and his last name together in her mind—Skye Culbertson.  Not bad she thought.

“And I’ll ask again.  Do you have a name?”

Hesitating, her name suddenly burst from her lips.  “Skye.”

“Skye…uh like in the sky is blue?”

“Yes, my name is Skye with an ‘e’ tacked at the end.  My full name is Skye Taylor.”

“Well, Skye with an e, that’s a pretty name for a beautiful woman.”  Skye blushed.  But Bryan’s eyes were drawn to the healthy scoop of chest that caused other men to halt and do a double take.

“Where are you from, Sgt. Culbertson?” Skye asked, ignoring Bryan’s gaping eyes, while yet enjoying the attention.”

“The dirty south.”

“The dirty south?  Where is that?” Skye asked annoyed.

“Atlanta,” Bryan said, trying to ignore Skye’s cynicism.  “You have heard of Atlanta.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of Atlanta.”

Sgt. Bryan Culbertson glanced at his watch.  “Look, it was nice meeting you, Skye.  You’re a drop dead gorgeous sister and you’re wearing that outfit.  I’ve got to move on, though.”

“Please don’t go,” Skye said, grabbing his arm while trying not to sound desperate.  “Didn’t mean to scare you off; you were chosen.”

Suzetta

 

Author Biography

Suzetta Perkins is the author of In My Rearview Mirror, Silver Bullets, Hollywood Skye, Behind the Veil, A Love So Deep, and Ex-Terminator: Life After Marriage, Déjà Vu, Nobody Stays the Same, and At the End of the Day. She is also the cofounder and president of the Sistahs Book Club. Visit SuzettaPerkins.com to learn more.

 

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Book of the Day: Tuscan Heat

Today’s Book of the Day is:

Tuscan Heat

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

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In the name of love

A coveted teaching invitation gives Donovan Boudreaux the chance to leave his New Orleans comfort zone and meet his secret email pen pal—world-renowned author Gianna Martelli. But when he arrives at the Martelli wine chateau in Tuscany, he discovers he’s been deceived. His misgivings dwindle as Gianna introduces him to the hidden pleasures of Italy—and a passion that takes both Donovan and the reclusive writer by surprise.

Gianna loves her simple life on her family’s legendary vineyards. Until her matchmaking twin initiates a clandestine correspondence. Determined to make amends, Gianna soon realizes that she and the charming professor share a bond that can’t be found in books. A friendship soon flames into an intense affair they know can’t last forever. And now a vindictive rival could destroy Donovan’s reputation, career and any hope of a future with Gianna…

 

Excerpt

She and her sister were identical twins, and most people were never able to tell the two women apart. But Gianna Martelli had taken a pair of scissors to her sibling Carina’s dark locks, cutting the young woman’s waist-length tresses to pixie short. Carina’s natural curls were suddenly less abundant as she stood in the center of the room, her head waving slowly from side to side to show off her new hairdo to their family.

 

“Wow!” Graham Porter exclaimed, his dark eyes shifting back and forth between the two women. “Wow!”

 

“What’s that mean?” Carina questioned, her eyebrows lifted as she tossed her husband a look. “Why do you keep saying wow like that?” A wave of panic flashed across her face. “You don’t like it!”

 

He met the look his wife was giving him, holding his hands up defensively. “No… I mean yes… I do! It’s just unexpected,” he said, turning to his father-in-law for assistance. “What do you think, Franco?”

 

Franco Martelli grinned. “It’s lovely, daughter. But it’s a definite change. And like Graham said, it’s unexpected! I think what your husband is trying to say is that you’ve surprised us, is all.”

 

“I told you to trust me,” Gianna said as Carina smiled, pulling her hands through the new short length of her hair. “It really does look great!”

 

“Are you going to cut yours, too?” Franco asked, turning in his seat to stare at Gianna.

 

The young woman shrugged. “I was thinking about it, but Carina doesn’t want me to.”

 

“I want us to look different,” Carina said. “Just for a little while. No one will mix us up now.”

 

Gianna rolled her eyes skyward, tossing the extensive length of her own dark waves over her shoulder. “It’s been forever since anyone last got us confused.”

 

“Last week at the market, Mrs. Falco thought I was you.”

 

“Mrs. Falco is half-blind,” Gianna said with an eye roll. “She gets papa and Graham mixed up!”

 

Graham chuckled as he rose to his feet, moving to his wife’s side. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “It’s a very flattering style on you, sweetheart. I really like it,” he said softly. “You look beautiful!” He trailed a finger across Carina’s cheek, and she smiled brightly as he leaned in to kiss her lips.

 

Gianna threw the two a look, the faintest hint ofjealousy furrowing her brow. She blew a low sigh. “You two need to get a room,” she quipped. She rose from her seat and moved toward the door. “I’ll be in my office. Some of us have work to do.”

 

“Speaking of,” Carina said, “I sorted your mail and typed up your notes. And your agent called. She needs to speak with you about the changes in your next contract.”

 

“I don’t have a next contract. I told you to tell her I’m not interested in what they’re offering.”

 

“I did, which is why she wants to speak with you.”

 

Gianna nodded. “I’ll call her,” she said, trying to ignore the gentle caresses passing between her sister and brother-in-law. The couple’s very public displays of affection were often distracting and unsettling, the love the two shared enviable. Gianna couldn’t help but wish that she had what they had. With one last wave of her hand she turned and disappeared from the room.

 

Behind the closed door of her office, Gianna ran her fingers through her own thick tresses, pulling the wealth of her hair up into a high bun. She found herself wishing that she’d cut her own hair first, motivated by the effort it took to maintain the lengthy locks. That, and she found herself in want of a change. One that might bring a man into her life with a slow hand that glided like silk across her bare skin. She blew a low sigh as she turned to stare out the window to the landscape outside.

 

The sun was shining brightly, and she had full view of the family’s vineyards. Their family home was situated in the Ombrone Valley, one of the most beautiful stretches of countryside in Italy. She stared out to the Chianti vines, the cornfields and the lengthy rows of cypress trees. In the distance the expanse of chestnut forests reached up to kiss the bright blue sky. The view paid homage to unparalleled art, the land a masterpiece of blessings. For a brief moment Gianna sat staring at the beauty, lost in her thoughts as the morning’s bright rays peeked through the window to kiss the round of her high cheekbones.

 

She blew one last sigh as she spun around in her leather executive’s chair toward her computer. Powering up the device, she waited for the unit to engage then typed in her password. Minutes later she stared at a blank screen, unable to decide in what direction she planned to take her next story. Writer’s block had suddenly crept in with a vengeance. When nothing came, she swung her chair around to stare back outside.

 

Donovan Boudreaux found the pomp and circumstance of the Catholic ceremony somewhat sobering. He was standing at the altar of Saint Patrick’s Church in New Orleans holding his niece, Cecily Boudreaux, in his arms. The infant was being christened, she and her twin brother, Sydney, both receiving the sacrament of spiritual cleansing and rebirth. Light shimmered through the stained glass that enclosed the building’s front turret.

 

He fought the urge to yawn as Father Charles Dussouy made the sign of the cross in front of one baby and then the other. He stared down into the infant’s sweet face as the priest announced her Christian name, sprinkled holy water over the child’s head and welcomed her into the congregation. She never once opened her eyes, barely shifting her small body when the water saturated her curls. Her brother, on the other hand, screamed at the top of his small lungs.

 

Donovan grinned as he and his brother Kendrick exchanged a look. Kendrick was rocking young Sydney vigorously, trying his very best to calm the baby down. But Sydney wasn’t having any of it, no ounce of consolation from his uncle and godfather bringing him any comfort. It wasn’t until the matriarch of the family, Katherine Boudreaux, lifted her grandchild from her son’s arms did the little guy finally settle down as she snuggled him against her chest. There was something about their mother’s touch that put them all at ease, and as each of her children watched, it made them all smile.

 

The private ceremony was over almost as quickly as it had begun. After the priest wished them well and disappeared from the sanctuary, the family stood in a protective circle around the twins, who’d been returned to their parents’ arms.

 

Mason “Senior” Boudreaux, the family patriarch, cleared his throat, swiping at a tear that lingered in the corners of his dark eyes. “Your mama and I are glad that all you kids could make it home to celebrate these babies,” he said, his tone low. The man’s gaze swept around the circle.

 

The eldest Boudreaux child patted his namesake’s broad shoulder. “Where else would we be, Senior? You know once you and Mama give the command we follow orders!” Mason Boudreaux III said.

 

His siblings laughed, their heads nodding in agreement. Donovan leaned to kiss his mother’s cheek, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as he hugged her close. His own eyes roved from one face to the other. There was no escaping the Boudreaux lineage. Their distinctive features hinted of an African-Asian ancestry, with their slight angular eyes, thin noses, high cheek lines and full, pouty lips. Side by side they were a kaleidoscope of colorations that ranged from burnt umber to milk chocolate.

 

His brother Mason, who could have passed for his twin, stood at his side. The low lines of their closely cropped haircuts complemented their distinctive facial features. Mason’s wife, Phaedra, clutched his elbow on his other side. Then there was his very pregnant sister, Maitlyn, and her husband, Zakaria Sayed. Maitlyn was the second child and oldest girl in the Boudreaux family. Standing beside them was his sister Katrina, who was a year younger than Donovan, with her husband, Matthew Stallion, and their two sons, Collin and Jacoby, or Baby Jake, as he was affectionately called. On his right side stood his younger brother Darryl, and Darryl’s wife, Camryn, who held their newborn baby, Alexa Michelle, in her arms. The twins, Kendrick and Kamaya were next, Kamaya linked arm in arm with their baby sister, Tarah, and Kendrick’s wife, Vanessa. His brother Guy, and Guy’s wife, Dahlia, the twins’ parents, closed their family circle. In that moment, the love between them all billowed like the sweetest breeze all around.

 

“Can we please go eat now?” Tarah suddenly whined. “This lovefest has made me hungry.”

 

Katherine shook her head. “I declare, child! You are always hungry.”

 

“I would really like to know how you stay so thin!” Kamaya exclaimed, her head waving.

 

“Good genes,” Tarah said with a soft giggle.

 

Maitlyn rolled her eyes, slapping a hand against her hips. “We have those same genes, so I don’t think that’s it,” she said with a warm chuckle.

 

They all headed in the direction of the exit and home. Minutes later the joy and laughter continued at the Boudreaux family’s Broadway Street house. The food was abundant, plates overflowing as the family all caught up, conversation sweeping from one room to the other.

 

“I like the name Rose. Rose Lynne Sayed,” Maitlyn was saying, her hand gliding in a tight circle across her abdomen. “Although Zak is still insisting we’re having a boy!” she said, leaning in to whisper with her sisters. “He even told the technician that did the ultrasound that she didn’t know what she was talking about.”

 

Kamaya laughed. “At least it’s not twins!”

 

“I wouldn’t mind having twins,” Tarah said. “A boy and a girl. You get it all done in one shot. Dahlia never has to be pregnant again. How perfect is that? You, on the other hand, might have to do it again to get a boy. Maybe even twice.”

 

“If I had thought that way after Kendrick and Kamaya were born, you wouldn’t be here,” their mother interjected as she joined in the conversation. She took the seat beside Tarah, giving her daughter’s ponytail a playful tug.

 

Kamaya laughed. “I know!”

 

Katherine turned her attention to Donovan, who was leaning against the home’s brick fireplace, a glass of red wine in his hand. “So, Donovan, what’s going on with you? What’s the big news you wanted to share?”

 

“Yeah, Don Juan! Are you engaged? Pregnant? What?” Tarah said teasingly.

 

“You have to date first,” Kamaya said with a deep chuckle. “Are you finally dating, big brother?”

 

Donovan shook his head, amused by his sisters’ teasing. “Don’t call me Don Juan,” he said, cutting an eye at Tarah.

 

“What’s going on?” Kendrick asked, moving into the room. “Who’s calling who names?”

 

“Tarah,” Mason said, sauntering in on his brother’s heels. “You don’t even need to ask.”

 

Tarah threw her brother a look. “Why do you assume I did something? How come it can’t be Maitlyn or Kamaya who’s doing something?”

 

“Because it’s always you,” her brothers all answered in unison.

 

The women laughed, Maitlyn and Kamaya nodding their heads in agreement.

 

Tarah rolled her eyes skyward, her arms crossing over her chest. Her lips were pushed out in a full pout as she tossed her body back against the sofa cushions.

 

Katherine smiled. “Y’all stop now. Donovan was just about to tell us his news.”

 

The family all turned in Donovan’s direction, eyeing him curiously. He shook his head, the attention suddenly unnerving. His brow furrowed.

 

“Well?” Katherine prodded. “What is it, baby?”

 

“I’m moving to Italy,” he pronounced, his gaze sweeping around the room. “I leave at the end of the semester. I’ve been invited by the University of Siena in Tuscany, Italy, to come teach there. I’ll be a visiting professor for one year teaching the structure of associative algebras relative to their radicals.”

 

Tarah jumped up excitedly. “Hot dog! I get to visit Italy! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed as she rushed to Donovan’s side. She threw her arms around her big brother’s shoulders.

 

“I didn’t hear anyone in the room say anything about you going to Italy,” their mother noted. “Sit your tail down, Tarah, and give your brother some space.”

 

Tarah tossed her hands up as she moved back to her seat, plopping her body back down against the sofa.

 

Everyone in the room laughed.

 

Donovan laughed with them. “I hope that once I get settled, you’ll all come visit me at some point,” he said.

 

“You couldn’t find a college in Texas or Florida or someplace closer? You’re a mathematician, after all. Everyone needs a good numbers man,” Katherine said, her bright smile dropping into a deep frown.

 

He shook his head, meeting his mother’s gaze. His smile was consoling. “This is a great opportunity that I can’t pass up. It’s a definite résumé builder.”

 

Congratulations rang warmly through the room as his siblings moved to shake his hand and give him hugs.

 

His mother moved to his side, her hands clasping his shoulders. There were tears in her eyes. “Why must all of you move so far away? Italy is halfway around the world, for heaven’s sake!”

 

Senior joined them, wrapping his own arms around his wife’s shoulders. “Leave that boy be. Your son’s almost forty years old! Cut them apron strings already, woman!” The man’s smile filled his dark face as he kissed her cheek.

 

She rolled her eyes, fighting the smile that pulled at her own lips and the tears that burned hot behind her eyelids. “He’s only thirty-seven. He’s nowhere near close to forty yet. And I’ll cut the apron strings when I darn well please, Senior Boudreaux!”

 

Donovan smiled, the pad of his thumb swiping at a tear that had rolled down his mother’s cheek. “It’s not like I won’t come back, Mama. I’m not planning to be there forever. And I hope you’ll definitely come visit me.”

 

Tarah suddenly waved her hands for attention. “Can I live in your apartment while you’re gone?”

 

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About Deborah Mello

For Deborah Fletcher Mello, writing is as necessary as breathing and she firmly believes that if she could not write she would cease to exist.

Her first novel, TAKE ME TO HEART, earned her a 2004 Romance Slam Jam nomination for Best New Author. In 2005 she received Book of the Year and Favorite Heroine nominations for her novel THE RIGHT SIDE OF LOVE. In 2008, Deborah won the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award for Best Series Romance for her ninth novel, TAME A WILD STALLION. With the release of her second literary work, GRAYE in 2012 and her fifteenth romance novel, PASSIONATE PREMIERE in 2013, Deborah knows that there are no limits to her writing career.

A true renaissance woman, Deborah’s many career paths have included working as a retail buyer and size model for a national women’s clothing chain, a finance manager for a well-known beverage organization, a sales manager for an infamous candy company, a telecommunications administrator and corporate trainer for a hotel-owning company, an art gallery director for a world-renowned artist, and an administrative consultant for multiple organizations throughout the United States. Deborah is also a licensed real estate broker and general building contractor.

Born and raised in Fairfield Country, Connecticut, Deborah maintains base camp in North Carolina but considers home to be wherever the moment moves her.

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Book of the Day: Rajveer the Vampire

Today’s Book of the Day is

Rajveer the Vampire

by Barbara G. Tarn

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A “sun clan” warrior can never become a true child of darkness.

Turned into a bloodsucker by an ancient Celtic vampire, Rajveer, a proud Rajput warrior of a Suryavanshi clan in 14th century India, becomes almost invulnerable.

Immortal, he loses his family to war and time and travels through northern India, seeing history unfold. Threatened by both human wars and evil vampires, can he remain true to his sworn vow not to take human lives?

A vampire’s journey through centuries.

In this new novel, Barbara G.Tarn combines her love for history (especially medieval) and fantasy. It’s the story of a vampire through the centuries that will appeal to both historical fiction readers and vampire lovers all over the world.

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Excerpt from Rajveer the Vampire:

CHAPTER THREE

SISTER-IN-DARKNESS

Rajveer slowly adjusted to his new sleeping schedule. The king, Ratan Singh, wasn’t too happy to hear Rajveer would do all-night shifts from now on, but when Rajveer fell asleep in front of him, there wasn’t much choice. Rajveer just couldn’t keep his eyes open when the sun was up, and awoke only one hour before sunset, falling back to sleep one hour after dawn.

Soon he discovered Bran had been right. The more time passed, the less he needed to sleep when the sun was up. He allowed Bran and Kaylyn to move into his household as revered guests, and they performed what they called a western fertility rite on him and his wives.

Since his skin was warmer to the touch after he absorbed some blood, he made sure to feed before touching his wives. He could still eat normal food, so he could reassure them he was recovering, except for that strange day slumber from which he couldn’t be awakened, but that became shorter and shorter as the months marched on.

Unlike Kaylyn, he didn’t go hunting for old people who wished to die. He’d rather drain animals, and in fact prided himself he hadn’t tasted human blood yet. But if he went to bed without feeding first, his skin was too cold for any of his wives, so he had to make sure to drink at least from a small animal before making love to any of them.

He was neither dead nor alive. His body was supposedly dead, but he could still feel his heart beat and still had erections, although more from drinking blood than touching his wives. Sex felt different, not only because of his new thirst.

Enakshi was the more oblivious to his changes, since she’d just met him. Charumati was the most conscious, but she didn’t dare talk about it with anyone. Especially not Akshita and Nirmala, who would definitely bring up the old story of Jija’s daughter, lost to darkness.

Rajveer began to think there was some kind of truth in the story of the Jain merchant’s daughter, but she had probably killed herself since. If he refused to feed on human blood, her religion must have made her refuse to feed at all, therefore she must be dead.

Rajveer often struggled to feel. Even when he made love to his wives, sometimes he felt cold or detached and had to fight the need to bite them and suck their blood. Anguish often visited him when he was awake, and sometimes his lust felt more animal than human. His faith made him uneasy when he quenched his thirst and thought about it. And sometimes the mood changes were wiped away by a cold determination to survive at all costs that scared him.

All three wives stopped menstruating almost at the same time. Charumati miscarried after five months, Akshita after three. Kaylyn gave them herbs to recover faster, but Charumati didn’t appreciate the gesture.

“Why do you keep the foreigners here?” she asked with a frown. “Their rites don’t seem to work, and I don’t like the way Kaylyn looks at you.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Rajveer assured her, holding her tight. “She’s here to help.”

“She’s here to steal my husband,” Charumati retorted. “I’m not blind, Rajveer! I can see how she looks at you! Are you planning on taking a fourth wife? Can you afford it?”

“No, I don’t plan on marrying Kaylyn, don’t worry.”

“I sure hope not,” Charumati grumbled. “She’s a wicked manushya-rakshasi.”

“I have never seen a manushya-rakshasi with blue eyes! Kaylyn is not from this country, as Bran isn’t!”

“Which only makes it worse! We don’t know what kinds of demons live in the west!”

“Charumati, Kaylyn is not a demon. And stop listening to Nirmala’s stories. You’re smarter than that.”

She glared at him for his chiding tone, and looked away. Rajveer recited his best love poem to her, but she knew it by heart by now, and it didn’t improve her mood. She actually shooed him out of her bedroom, saying she was tired and wanted to be alone.

The king had bestowed a fortune on him when he’d written the series of beautiful poems that had also caught Bran’s attention, but since the blond foreigner had given him the dark gift, his poetic vein seemed to have gone dry – which worried him a little, since it seemed he must woo Charumati again.

Telling her how much he loved her didn’t seem enough anymore. His feelings often felt muted by his thirst for blood. There were times he saw other humans only as prey. He was beginning to think Bran’s dark gifts were actually a curse worse than dying without a male son to perform his funeral rites – which would turn him into a gayal. He couldn’t decide what was worse between restless spirit or bloodsucker.

He learned to feed all night long on little animals so he wouldn’t wake up hungry and scare Charumati away.

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Book of the Day: Shades of Gray

Today’s Book of the Day is

Shades of Gray (Amaranthine Book1)

by Joleene Naylor

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When Patrick is murdered, Katelina is left with questions. Jorick, one of his so-called friends, has answers of the darkest kind: Patrick was involved with – and betrayed – a coven of vampires; vampires that may now be after Katelina.

The tale is fantastic, but the proof appears in a flash of fangs that Katelina and Jorick only just escape. Taken to a secret mansion, she discovers horror in its halls and learns the truth about her protector. Blood and destruction follow, and leave scars Katelina may never heal from.

The disturbing opener to the Amaranthine series pulls Katelina into darkness that tastes like fear and smells like blood, a world where night is eternal and vampires don’t sparkle.

Shades of Gray is currently free on Kindle and at other retailers. Grab your copy now: http://www.amazon.com/Shades-Gray-Amaranthine-Book-1-ebook/dp/B002RHP5D6/

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