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I have some great books to share with you this week. As always click on the cover if you’d like to learn more 🙂
Hinder: A Bender’s Novel
Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother–a Fire Wielder, and her father–a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.
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Sanctified: An Uncanny Kingdom Urban Fantasy (Book 1)
The city of London is infested with vampires.
Only one person can stop them from rising up and wreaking havoc.
Too bad she’s a twenty-something goth working a desk job in a lost property office.
When Abbey Beckett received a briefcase containing a mysterious dagger, she should have left well alone. But no, she had to fiddle, and now she’s got a brand seared into her palm and an angel telling her she’s the only thing standing in the way of a vampire apocalypse.
Now Abbey finds herself pitted against the evil Judas Clan, a coterie of bloodsuckers that refuse to play by the vampire rulebook. With a unique agenda and a surprisingly heinous way of achieving their ends, the Clan is on track to bring the city to its knees, and after that, civilisation itself.
But does Abbey have what it takes to wield the hallowed dagger, become the city’s protector and defeat a vampire army, or will the streets of London run red with blood?
A Turn for the Worse
She couldn’t save his life. Can she save his soul?
Werewolf by birth and dancer by choice, Joey is a force to be reckoned with on and off the dance floor. Relentless in the pursuit of perfection, she never does anything halfway. Fortunately, Chris—her partner and packmate—keeps her from taking herself too seriously. When he’s murdered, her carefully ordered life is thrown into chaos.
Grief-stricken and unable to turn to the police, Joey must rely on her own wits, fortitude, and connections to track down the killer before another wolf dies. But when she discovers Chris’s spirit is being held hostage by a ruthless fanatic, the whole situation goes from bad to worse.
Can she foil the killer’s nefarious scheme and set Chris free, or will he be trapped between this world and the next forever?
And now for this months giveaway. I thought it would be fun to give away books this month, so if you’d like the chance to win the complete three book Midnight Texas series, please enter below!
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The Secret Lives of Superhero Wives
Nobody said being married was easy, but try being married to a superhero. Not only is there laundry, cooking, and a career to balance, but throw in a few supervillains and your day’s booked.
Ariana, Victoria, and Emma’s men spend more time saving the world than doing dishes. These wives want some semblance of a normal married life, but would settle for an uninterrupted meal together. Besides, how can they compete with saving the world?
When a catastrophic earthquake devastates Shadow Town and crime spirals out of control, it appears the city needs all the help they can get to clean it up. Everyone expected the resident superheroes to save the day, but nobody expected the wives’ help too…
The Vampire Diaries: Bennett Witch Chronicles – Egyptian Cat Eye
When I traveled to Egypt on a mission to rescue a young witch, I thought it would be nothing more than a simple snatch and grab. Instead, what I found was a vengeful god determined to get the attention of the entire world and a girl who was much more than merely a witch. Add a magical cat’s eye gemstone choker to the mix, and things seem pretty dire. But I didn’t volunteer for this mission just to back down when things look like they’re going to be difficult.
Pulling myself up by my bootstraps, I follow my locator spell to the Pyramids of Giza, and that’s when things get dicey. I know I need to get this witch back to Mystic Falls and the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted, but that’s going to prove to be more tricky than any of us were planning on.
ABOUT THE SERIES
With her magic restored, her best friends living happily ever after together as humans, and the love of her life waiting patiently for her on the other side, Bonnie Bennett is not going to just sit around and let her life pass her by. She’s off to see the world! Join Bonnie as she journeys around the globe, encountering supernaturals in the most unexpected of places.
The Bennett Witch Chronicles is a collaborative series within The Vampire Diaries Kindle Worlds. Go to http://
Mad About The Dragon
Love must rise in a desert of adversity…
Maia isn’t your run-of-the-mill lass.
A professional dancer with the Cirque du Soleil in Las Vegas, her vision is becoming the most skilled dancer of the troupe. Life might have been easier if she just jumped on the pole, becoming the lascivious focus of randy men, and certainly more lucrative in the short term, but that life wasn’t for her.
When she needs to clear her mind, she collects desert glass in the Mojave Desert. But the desert doesn’t always give you what you want. Sometimes it gives you what you need.
A Red Dragon.
Maia had no idea her strange hobby will bring her face-to-face with a freakishly handsome dragon shifter, an encounter that will turn her world on its head.
From the moment she met Ignacio, she knew she was down for the ride. She’d never met anyone with such fiery passion, mystery, and she couldn’t get enough. Who knew that passion would open the floodgates of love, but may also bring about their downfall?
Mad About The Dragon is the first novel in the paranormal romance, Dragon In My Heart series which is for your enjoyment. If you’re a fan of thrillers, exciting storylines and steamy love scenes, then get your hands on this exhilarating story by Selene Griffin!
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Mila Young has two books in the Haven Realm series, to share with you: Hunted and Charmed. Each is a fairy tale retelling and can be read as standalone stories.
Little Red Riding Hood. Three Big Bad Wolves. A Poisonous Scheme.
Scarlet, a healer, lives nestled in the forest surrounded by humans on one side and wolves on the other. But when a rogue wolf attacks her, she’s rescued by another pack and taken deep into their den to perform her healing magic on an injured Alpha.
The wolves in the forest are under threat from a mysterious affliction, and Scarlet is the only hope they have left. Faced with a mixed pack of threatened shifters, Scarlet must use her wits and magic to survive and unravel the strange affliction now affecting the wolves… All while trying to navigate an overpowering attraction to not just one, but three of the Alphas.
Witches, wolves, magic and love intertwine in an exciting mystery that finds its own, unique, ‘Happily Ever After.’
Arabian Nights. Three Dangerously Sexy Genies. A Deadly Sorcerer.
Abandoned by her mother at a young age, and left to survive in the slums of the Utaara, Azar must steal for survival. Sure, a life of crime has no honour, but if it feeds her brother, she’ll do whatever it takes. Whispers speak of a desert cave where the Sultan stores all his treasure. Stealing some jewels is worth the risk to afford the medicine to cure her brother’s illness.
In the depths of the Sultan’s cave, she finds a brass lamp and unleashes three gorgeous genies. Except they are weakened from being trapped in the lamp for hundreds of years, and of not much use. Azar’s plans turn for the worse when they are captured by the Sultan’s evil vizier, who wants the genie’s power to feed his dark magic. Can she defeat the vizier, resist the genie’s allure, and save her brother before it’s too late? Or will they all meet their fate at the hands of the vizier?
My name is Charlotte Lear and I didn’t want to be a werewolf. But thanks to circumstances totally beyond my control—okay, mostly—that’s what I am.
Now every month the full moon turns me into a hairy, angry, smelly wolf and all I can do is make sure I’m contained so I can’t hurt anyone else. I’m trying my best to live a normal life (well, as normal as possible when you’re a werewolf and your best friend is dating a vampire).
But when the wolf who turned me insists I go to a mandatory wolf pack meeting, everything changes. Before I know it, a group of militant monster hunters armed with silver bullets has me in their sights. With the help of an annoyingly dogged (but admittedly kind of sexy) werewolf named Raff, I have to stop the hunters before they kill me and every other werewolf they can find.
Moon Cursed is book one of The Reluctant Werewolf Chronicles, a humorous urban fantasy series with suspense and a little bit of romance.
Detective Dexx Colt is finally settling in to the swing of things at the Red Star Division. They’re rebuilding the department after everything blew up. So, he’s excited when they get a bank robbery case. Strange. Right up their alley. No forensics. No break-in. Then, they get a dead body in the same day, and a rash of magickal items wind up missing.
It’s business as usual. And then then local alphas start dropping, falling into coma’s. Is Dexx, the most powerful alpha of the region second only to Chuck, next? When Chuck falls and Jackie, Dexx’s 1970 Dodge Challenger, disappears, all signs point to yes.
How will Dexx catch a killer that steals power and kills shifters with a touch?
Please also check out this months new releases in the Hidden Project!
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After you’ve read it, come back and answer this simple question for a chance to win a $25 Amazon.com Gift Card or Paypal Cash (hopefully this will ensure that my readers in every country can be included, if not, please let me know for future reference)!
Book Three in the Rune Witch Mysteries is out soon, and currently available for pre-order on Amazon. Before it releases, I thought I’d share with you a little snippet:
An air of mystique hung around the medieval ruins, as thick as the shrouding fog.
“You sure about this?” Thomas asked, when I reached out to take his hand.
I nodded, although, I was anything but, and Thomas knew it.
Set amongst rolling meadows, Raglan Castle may not have stood as proud as it once did — the ravages of war and time having taken their toll — but its presence and majesty could never be called into question. As we walked over the stone bridge leading to the castle, I was transfixed by the massive Yellow Tower of Gwent. Five stories tall and surrounded by its own moat, the hexagonal building must have been a sight to behold in its entirety. Even with the sandstone pitted and scarred, the walls missing, and the battlements destroyed, it cut a striking image.
Hand in hand, we entered the main castle through the double-towered gatehouse. Moonlight bathed the craggy, tumble down walls in a silver sheen, and added to the sense that we were stepping back in time… entering another world.
As we stood in the pitched stone court, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Beside me, Thomas stiffened, ready to fight if the need arose. The castle may be a tourist attraction by day, but by night, the coraniaid roamed the battlements. Once described as a demon plague upon the world, the remnants of their society now hide in the shadows, waiting for revenge.
“Where are they?” Thomas asked.
I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach. In the courtyard, we were surrounded… vulnerable. We had to be to entice the creatures out.
A strange scampering sound accompanied the howl of the wind — to the right… another behind. My scalp prickled and my skin crawled.
“Dammit,” I said. “I’ve had enough of games.” I called my magic, igniting the power in each of my twenty tattoos, allowed them to turn me into a human lightbulb. The glow from my body bathed the castle in an indigo light.
A chorus of hoots and shrieks echoed around the court, but the coraniaid stayed hidden.
“There!” Thomas pointed to a bardic figure in the corner.
The ghostly apparition beckoned us before fading from sight. “The guardian spirit of the castle library,” I said. “He watches over his cache of precious scrolls and tomes. He won’t bother us.”
Thomas shook his head. “You sure we want to deal with these guys? There are plenty of other ways we could get what we need.”
Before I had the chance to respond, a creature leapt from his unknown hiding place and landed silently on the floor in front of us. A coraniaid: small, pointed creatures, no bigger than a bwchachod or five-year-old child.
“Whatss do you needs, little witchess?” The creature hissed, as it stared at me with eyes that looked as though they might pop out of its head.
I glanced around the ruins. None of the other coraniaid showed themselves, but they were there, watching and listening. “I’m Summer Daniels,” I said. “Rune Witch of the Ogham faith. I have need of your magic.”
Mocking laughter sounded from every direction. The coraniaid before us bobbed and shook his head.
“We knowss who you are, little witchess. Knowss what you are.” He tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes, as though assessing me. “I am Moryss,” he said after a moment. “Whyss do you needs our magicss?”
“You can hear any word the wind touches. I need to use your power to hear words spoken long ago. Will you lend it to me?”
“Whyss should we?” Morys said.
My whole plan hinged on the coraniaid hating the Twyleth Teg. They were evil, malevolent beings, who were far more dangerous to deal with than any of the fair folk, but I wasn’t here to make a deal. I was here to offer them something they craved.
I took a deep breath. “Revenge,” I said. “In a time long past, Llefelys and Lludd conspired to destroy your race.”
The castle became a cacophony of caws at the names of their enemies.
Although I knew it to be unnecessary, I raised my voice above the din. “Only a handful of your people remain. To this day, the threat of poisoning hangs over your head.”
“What’ss thiss to you, little witchess?” Morys asked as the sound began to die down.
“I can’t offer to help, and I’m not here to bargain, as I can’t promise you anything. But I can tell you this. The words I need to hear are those of a curse cast by a member of the Twyleth Teg. My goal is to break the spell and thwart its magic. If I’m successful, and I aim to be, then the Twyleth Teg will stand in disgrace. Fear of their magic will diminish, and the power of Gwyn ap Nudd, the son of Lludd and the King of the fair folk himself, may be called into question.”
A susurrus spread around the courtyard as the creatures discussed amongst themselves all that I said. Morys’ ears swiveled moving towards the sounds like a cat’s. Yet, even with the power of my Ailm tattoo heightening the clarity of the noise around me, I was unable to discern their words.
Their discussion continued for a few moments, before gradually fading. A silence fell over the night, and one by one the coraniaid jumped from their hiding place and gathered behind Morys. Some appeared, shimmering into view, as if they’d been standing next to him the whole time. Sixty sets of eyes stared at me and Thomas, unblinking.
For a second, my resolve shook. I wanted to turn and run. My magic was strong, but these creatures were evil. Not for the first time, I wondered if I had made the right decision in coming here. Thomas and I had debated for hours. Mam had outright forbidden it, but she’d lost the right to tell me what to do a long time ago. We needed what they had. How could I hope to break a curse if I didn’t know exactly what the curse was?
Thomas squeezed my hand and I noticed the indigo glow of my magic, reflecting like ghostly orbs in the coraniaid’s eyes. I muted the power still soaring through my veins, but kept it ready should we need to fight.
“Have you made a decision?” Thomas asked.
“We do not believess you, little witchess,” Morys said.
He jumped and landed on the shoulders of a second of the creatures. Together, they moved towards Thomas, before Morys shook his head.
“Humanss have no place in the world of magicss.”
Moryss turned his attention to me. He moved so close, I could smell the decaying scent of flesh on his breath. “And you, little witchess. Whyss would you hurt your own peopless?”
“The Twyleth Teg are not my people.”
I stood indignant at the suggestion, but it wasn’t unexpected. I’d had three months to come to terms with the fact that my father was one of the Twyleth Teg. When Mam had turned up at Christmas and told me of the curse. Of how my father — a member of the Twyleth Teg — had destroyed my family, I’d thought of little else.
“We smells their blood in you. Their magicss on you.”
The coraniaids hissed and stamped their feet. The air became full of menace, but still they held back. They had powerful magic of a nature I’d never felt before. It cut the air like a lightning. Given their numbers they could easily defeat me and Thomas, but they held back. They were tempted to help.
“My father is one of the Twyleth Teg, but he did not raise me, and has no claim on my heart.” I’d said the words in my head over and over, yet it pained me to say them out loud. “His are the words I wish to hear, the curse I wish to break.”
I turned my face and met Morys eye to eye. “You can smell their blood in me, the magic on me. Then you can also smell their curse, and the truth in my words. I will break the curse and with it the magic of the Twyleth Teg.”
Marys flipped off the shoulders of the coraniaid he was standing on, and once again the courtyard filled with the raucous debate of the creatures.
“How do you think it’s going?” I asked Thomas.
“Well, we’re not dead,” he said.
I smiled. The creatures could hear every word we said, but neither of us cared. They would make their own mind up on what to do, and as Thomas said, we weren’t dead. That had to be a good sign.
The noise stopped along with the coraniaid’s discussion. Moryss turned to us once more.
“We do not believess you believess, little witches.” Marys laughed. “But we believess.”
The creatures jumped up and down, hollering and stamping their feet excitedly. Moryss picked a cobbled stone from the ground and blew on it.
A green mist enveloped the stone and seeped into its core. When the stone had completely absorbed the magic and all that remained was a faint glow. Morys stretched his hand towards me. “It is yourss, little witchess,” he said.
Before I could take it Thomas stepped in front of me. “You understand that no bargain has been offered in return? You give this freely. We don’t owe anything in return, and we can’t guarantee breaking the curse will cause any trouble for the Twyleth Teg.”
Morys, without saying a word, once again jumped on the shoulders of another coraniad and walked up to me.
He was a leader, a warrior, a spokesman for his people, and his desire to see the Twyleth Teg knocked down a peg or two overrode every natural instinct he possessed. Every instinct that screamed at him to rip my throat out. I saw it as he looked into my eyes.
I released all the guards I had against my own soul, and allowed him to look at my true nature. I can’t tell you what he saw: resolve, determination, vulnerability.. Who knows, but he smiled, wide and full of the sharp, pointed teeth of a piranha.
“The magicss is freely given, humanss,” he said. “We believess you will makess more troubless than you think.”
Have you checked out Taken yet? No? Then, check out the prologue:
An alarm sounded in my head. I froze, although every instinct screamed at me to run. I glanced around.
The desolate streets rested in the silence of the night. Clouds seeped around the moon like black ink swirling in water. No-one was around, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. For a second, I felt a little foolish, walking alone through the dark streets at four in the morning. Everyone knows, the worst crimes in a city happen at night, and Cardiff was no exception.
The wind cut through my clothes, sent a shiver down my spine, and whipped my hair around my head. The gwyllgi’s baleful breath carried from the east. I called the magic in my Coll tattoo, sending forth its seeking power to be sure the creature followed and not some human up to mischief. The faint pulse of the supernatural greeted me, malevolent and dangerous.
For hours, I’d walked the streets. My feet hurt, my legs were tired, and, despite the magical wards giving me energy, I was long overdue for a sleep. Not quite the way I planned to welcome my twenty-fifth birthday.
I stepped from the pavement and crossed the road, struggling to keep my speed down. Legend told that the gwyllgi followed lone travellers at night, stalking them; slowly, silently. I didn’t want to run and give him cause to attack. Although, it was only a matter of time before he would.
I paced along the main road. My footsteps echoing in the empty space. A dog barked. The light from a nearby house flickered on. I cursed.
For a time, I carried on through the shadowed streets, measured and paced, despite the cold fingers of dread that inched along my spine. The gwyllgi’s stealthy approach continued at the edge of my senses. I turned off the main road and into Roath Pleasure Gardens.
Despite their name, the gardens were a dark place, and tonight, dark things moved within them. My pupils gathered in the light that seeped between the trees. I strained to see in the darkness. The wind hissed through the leaves, and sent those already turned autumnal orange to the ground.
A thump to the left.
The rustle of leaves.
A bloodcurdling howl pierced the air, too close for comfort.
My heart thundered in my chest.
The howl of the gwyllgi is said to paralyse people with fear, and I admit, my heart nearly exploded at the sound. But paralysed? Not me. Not now.
I gathered the magic of the birch trees, allowed it to refresh my mind and bless my adventure. The strength and power of the oaks soaked into my soul. I smiled. The Dog of Darkness might have thought he was hunting me, but in truth, it was the other way around.
A low growl built behind me. At last! I turned to face the beast. Blazing eyes shone through the darkness; so fiery and red in their intensity, they looked as though they could set the trees ablaze.
The monstrous creature emerged. At first, beyond the eyes, I saw little more than a silhouette. Then, as he grew nearer, his true form became clear: a large shaggy dog, with the bulk of a mastiff and the fierceness of a wolf. He padded towards me on his long limbs. Slather seeped from his powerful jaws, and dripped from his dagger like teeth.
“Nice doggy,” I said, as I edged backwards. The gwyllgi stopped. His ears cocked up, intent and listening.
“You’re a long way from home. Wouldn’t you like to go back? Feel the grass beneath your paws?”
The creature lifted its head and howled. The sound ripped through me, as his menace rose higher and higher.
I breathed out, cleared my mind, and called the full force of my magic. The runic tattoos on my arms flared to life. Power flooded into me, and filled me with energy.
I thrust both hands forwards, and blasted the gwyllgi with the controlling power of the Blackthorn tree. He flew backwards, landing on his haunches, and then rose to his paws and snarled. I blasted him again, but this time, he pounced sideways, avoiding the blow. I tried again, volley after volley of power, but each time he was too fast and agile for me to strike him.
After a few moments, I stopped and stared at the beast. He stared at me, curious. He tilted his head to the side, as though assessing me for the first time. I wasn’t like the other humans he’d met, running and screaming in terror. I didn’t look like much, but his nose twitched. No doubt, he tasted my magic in the air.
The Dog of Darkness, the Black Hound of Destiny, the gwyllgi, whatever name you wished to call him by, at heart, he was a predator, and the one thing I know about predators, if you run, they chase.
I looked down and smiled at my foresight to wear running shoes, even though I hated the way they felt on my feet. After one last glance at the gwyllgi, I spun on my heels and ran.
The creature gave chase. I zigzagged between the trees. On instinct, I dodged to the left, and rolled out the way as the gwyllgi leapt through the air, narrowly missing my head. It landed with a skid. Its great paws tore up the grass and created deep furrows in the soft mud.
For a second, cold fear gripped my heart, and my head throbbed with worry, but there was no use thinking like that. Sure, I was in the city, away from the forest and cut off from the deepest well of my power, but in the park, I was surrounded by trees, and as long as I had their magic to call on, the gwglli wouldn’t best me.
I ran to the tennis courts as fast as I could. The creature followed only a pace or two behind.
“Now,” I yelled, as soon as I set foot past the centre mark.
Thomas emerged from his hiding place in the small hut next to the courts.
The gwyllgi turned towards him as he slammed the gate shut. With a new potential target to attack, he ground to a halt. The creature’s red eyes flashed from me to Thomas, and despite the fence between the two of them, the gwyllgi must have considered Thomas an easier target than me. He leapt forwards, snarling, but instead of passing through the chain link fence, as he’d expected to, he was hit by a pulse of energy and flung to the centre of the courts.
“Warded,” I said, although the creature may not have understood the words. “There’s no point making a trap that you can escape.”
The gwyllgi circled the court, before turning his attention back to me. A wolfish smile split his face and exposed his teeth. Then, a gurgling growl built in its chest, and I became sure he was laughing.
“You got this?” Thomas asked, a note of concern in his voice.
“I’d better have.”
I lifted my hands and created a massive ball of energy between them. I filled it will the power of Beithe, Luis, Nion, and Straif, and focused the spell in my mind. When it was as big as the beast, I released its power. An indigo brilliance illuminated the court and encompassed the gwyllgi. The hound growled and strained against the spell, but he was trapped and powerless. Within the ball of light his presence faded, before disappearing completely. As the last vestige of him winked out, and his grumbles no longer sounded in the air, Thomas opened the gate and ran to my side.
“You okay?” he asked, taking me in his arms.
I smiled and rested my head on his chest. “I am now.”
“Let’s go home. I’ll make you a big birthday breakfast, and we can get some rest.”
I sighed. “Sounds great.”
I staggered out of the shower and into the bedroom.
“Breakfast’s ready,” Thomas called from downstairs, “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” I called back.
I quickly towel dried my hair, and was throwing on some comfy clothes when someone knocked. Thomas answered the front door, and muttered a few words, before closing it again.
“Who was that,” I asked when I entered the kitchen a few moments later.
“That was a package for you.” Thomas handed me a big box. “It looks like it’s from the states. Must be a birthday present from your mum.”
“I doubt that,” I said, remembering the cheques I’d received for every other birthday.
Thomas shrugged and placed a big plate of fry-up in front of me. My mouth watered and my tummy rumbled, at the delicious smell of sausages, but my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the parcel.
Inside was a folder of papers. I ignored the card on top, addressed to me in Mam’s handwriting, and instead opened the folder.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to believe what I saw in front of me. Tears came unbidden to my eyes. I couldn’t breathe.
“Summer.” Thomas rushed to my side. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
A sudden dizziness swam in my head. “It’s the cottage,” I said. “Nana’s cottage.”
Thomas took the papers from my shaky hand. “I thought you said it was—”
“Sold. That’s what I thought.”
Thomas smiled and clasped my hands in his. “This is good news, right? The cottage is yours. You can go home now.”
Home. I could go home. A place I only dreamed I could visit again. So, why was every fibre of my being terrified at the thought?
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For this weeks Fantasy Focus, I would love to share with you a Whisky Witches Supernatural thriller by S.M. Blooding:
Paige Whiskey is now the unofficial liaison between the Elder Council and the paranormal community, and she’s been put on a mission for months now to bring more paranormals in. Trouble is brewing on the horizon. Everyone can feel it, but no one has a clue what it might be.
When the regional alpha gets a call from the Utah pack, requesting a trial with Paige, she’s not quite certain what to expect. The only thing she knows for sure is that her family is growing in shifter power and the region needs to more shifters to help counter and control it.
But what she learns in Utah brings the kind of understanding she doesn’t quite know what to do with. The ancients are coming, and they’re using her family to arrive.
SM Blooding lives in beautiful Montana with her Darling Dork, his two girls, Miss Words and Do-It, and Tesla the Ninja Kitty. They play Skip-Bo and Uno a lot, and are quite practiced at surviving ninja-kitty attacks. When they’re not squabbling (loudly) over cards or surviving the claws of the cat, they’re doing arts and crafts or pretending to survive the zombie apocalypse in the woods.