Tour Stop: Haven’s Sanctuary: Season of Reckoning The Haven Series Book 1 by Emeryl Williams

 

 

A looming apocalypse.

A secret refuge.

A demon in the shadows determined to thwart their escape.

Haven’s Sanctuary: Season of Reckoning

The Haven Series Book 1

by Emeryl Williams

Genre: Contemporary Apocalyptic Survival Fantasy 

A looming apocalypse.
A secret refuge.
A demon in the shadows.

When all signs point to an impending disaster no one can yet name, Cerise and Derrick discover the only thing more dangerous than persecution by their community is the truth: the Goddess has called their people to flee and seek safety in a hidden sanctuary. The clock is ticking as they race against a closing portal, a coming reckoning, enemies determined to burn them out before they can escape, and an unrecognized demonic threat to their entire plan.

Haven’s Sanctuary: Season of Reckoning is a fast-moving fantasy-suspense story of magic, sanctuary, love under pressure, faith under fire, and apocalyptic survival. The empowered must harness the kind of hope that refuses to die, for what begins as a simple escape becomes a battle for their very existence.
If you love reading Auburn Tempest or Martha Carr, then grab your copy now and step into the Haven before the portal closes.

 

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Marsha stormed out of Tacos to Go, ignoring Charlie’s halfhearted attempt to hand her a bag of chips. She stomped over to Derrick’s black Mercedes, flung the door open, and jumped in, only to stop and consider her next move. She needed to hurt something, to break some part of Derrick into little pieces. She needed a drink.

The car purred to life, then growled as she ground the gears and screeched out of the parking lot. Halfway home she saw the flickering neon lights of the Painted Pony up ahead, beckoning her with the promise of alcohol and anonymity. She parked crooked over two parking places, grabbed her handbag, and headed for the old-fashioned polished wood and brass-railed bar where she perched on a corner barstool.

“What can I get you tonight?” asked the bartender. “Wednesday night special is tequila shots, top shelf, two for one.” His eyes narrowed as he drummed his fingers on the bar. “Guessing you are more a white wine sipper. I have a nice chardonnay right here.”

“Bourbon, neat. Do you have Weller’s or Blanton?” Marsha challenged him with a cold stare.

One eyebrow rose, and the man cleared his throat. “Ma’am, haven’t had anyone call for those high-dollar drinks for a long time. Let me check.” He put a dish of pretzels in front of her. “Are you okay? You look a little upset.”

“Peachy,” she snapped. “Find me that drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The barkeep shrugged and headed to the back room for some type of expensive alcohol.

Marsha stared at the shelves behind the bar filled with a myriad of differently shaped and colored  bottles while her brain churned a million miles an hour. Derrick might still be willing to work things out. She would have to play the “sweet little thing,” appeal to his overinflated male ego, apologize for making a scene, and manipulate him into letting their relationship return to the previous status quo. She would still have access to his bank account and community standing, and could probably maintain control over the important politicians when the city council voted to run the Haven out of town. Or she could make a clean break from him and rely on the courts to award her the house and his other assets. She hadn’t cared for him in years, did not desire him as a man or her husband. She only wanted her fair share, which was all of his money. Money was power, and Marsha was power hungry.

The chair next to her creaked as a man sat beside her. “Marsha?”

She startled at her name, then relaxed, recognizing the newcomer as none other than Brad. How perfect, the soon-to-be ex-husband of another Haven weirdo. At least he had enough sense to leave and join the rest of the community against the empowered. She wouldn’t have to convince him of the dangers of those lunatics.

“Marsha, what’s a beautiful woman like you sitting in a dive like this all by your lonesome on a Wednesday night?” Brad’s breath smelled of alcohol, his words ever so slightly slurred.

Brad had always held an attraction for her. Why he had stayed with his throwback-to-olden-days homesteader wife she had never understood. He was a successful IT specialist, made decent money, and appreciated the finer things in life[EW6] . This could be her ticket out. Dump Derrick once and for all. Wait for him to be banned from town and claim Brad for her own.

“Hey, stranger.” A knowing smile crept across her lips. “Pull up a chair, join me in a drink, and I won’t be lonesome anymore.”

A little bitta Texas... A little bitta medicine... A lotta bit of Fantasy!

Emeryl Williams is a longtime resident of the Panhandle and having worn out a pair of boots here considers herself a Texan. She has always been an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy. Her first work is The Chosen of Bryndir Series which introduces the Bryndir Universe, filled with magic, danger, and a powerful Talisman fated to save a Kingdom at war. Her latest work is Haven's Sanctuary: Season of Reckoning in which she branches out into apocalypse survival fantasy. Her books will always feature a little bit of Texas...a little bit of medicine...and a lotta bit of fantasy!

 

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Release Blitz: Fairytale by AK Nevermore

 

 

There once was an assassin.

One day, he met a fairy and completely lost his head.

Fairytale

by AK Nevermore

Genre: Spicy Paranormal Mafia Romance

There once was an assassin. One day, he met a fairy and completely lost his head.

Nikodem Wiśniewski had no desire to take over the family business after his father died, but trying to get out of it has brought him every bit of chaos and upset his grandmother’s bones predicted—delivered by a beautiful girl he’s convinced is a fairy…and his fated mate.

Charlie Peel isn’t having any of it, positive Nikoś is a superstitious nut. His adamancy she’s a fairy is the last thing she needs to hear after being dumped and losing her job…but with all those tatted muscles and his incredibly sexy Polish accent, she’s totally willing to pretend to be his girlfriend for an hour or two. Especially if the possibility of a real life dark romance is on the table.

But the both of them are in for far more than they bargained for. When their plans go sideways, Nikoś has no choice but to take Charlie out of the country to set things right. But chaos and upset follow them at every turn. With enemies nipping at their heels, they’ll have outwit the authorities, the mob, and her mother to break a mysterious curse. Because if they don’t, happily ever after isn’t how their story’s going to end.

Felons meets folklore in the big city when a broody assassin falls in love with a fairy in denial. FAIRYTALE, a standalone spicy paranormal mafia romance with lots of laughs by AK Nevermore,more than 202,000 words in length. BONUS CONTENT! Previously released as a free serial, FairyTale now includes a never-before-seen extended epilogue!

 

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AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.

Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.

She pays the bills editing, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She also belongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.

 

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Tour Stop: The Unseelie Heir’s Claim Courts in Conflict Book 3 by Elisa Rae

 

 

A human servant who sees too much.

A lord cursed in a pitch-black maze.

A throne in crisis with a missing heir.

Welcome to the Courts in Conflict. 

The Unseelie Heir’s Claim

Courts in Conflict Book 3

by Elisa Rae

Genre: Light Fantasy Romance, Romantasy

The Unseelie throne is in crisis, and the whole Wild Wood is in an uproar as the hunt is on for the missing heir. Kent is aware of the news, and even the humans just beyond the borders of fae land have heard rumors. He didn’t think it had anything to do with him. But then he comes home to a Dullahan in his mother’s kitchen claiming Kent is the lost heir.

Rue doesn’t belong. Left on the doorstep of the foundling home as a baby, she only knows she has some fae blood. Now an adult, she hides her differences from the humans beneath a quiet demeanor. But that doesn’t stop her from seeing magical things, like a glowing crown on the head of her new friend.

The Unseelie Heir’s Claim is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between an Unseelie and a fae of mixed blood. It features a reluctant lost heir, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a servant, all played out against a backdrop of the peril, politics, and uncertainty of the Unseelie Court in crisis.

 

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Kent

The young woman started scrubbing the surface of the table without a word, almost as though nothing had happened between her and Misha.

“How did you know I was here to speak to the tavern keeper?” I asked.

She froze and hunched her shoulders.

“I didn’t mention it until a moment ago.”

“I guessed.” She resumed cleaning.

“You must be a very good guesser.”

Some of the tension in her narrow shoulders eased, probably because she thought I had accepted her explanation.

Opening my magical senses, I detected a slight sensation of power around her. It felt soft and nebulous. She probably had traces of fae mixed blood a few generations old. Such wasn’t uncommon. There were quite a few humans of mixed blood among the humans living right outside the fae realm.

Premonitions were common, which were really just unrealized magical awarenesses passed down through the generations, were common. Hereditary magic could manifest in an affinity for animals, plants, or trees. I once encountered a man who could tell with perfect accuracy where to dig for a reliable well, which was clearly a latent naiad magic that had survived many generations of pure human matches.

“People call me Kent.”

She made a final swipe at the tabletop before straightening and leveling a contemplative stare at my face. “Rue.”

“The plant or the feeling?” I asked.

Her eyebrows rose, which I interpreted as surprise. “The plant.”

 

 

The Fae King’s Labyrinth

Courts in Conflict Book 2

Someone stole Azulin’s true name. Cursed to ride with the Wild Hunt during each full moon, he is helpless against the Unseelie king’s will. Over the years, the curse’s grip has strengthened, making Azulin’s magic difficult to control. Fighting the curse has exhausted his spirit to the point that he despairs of breaking its hold on him. Then one full moon, the curse places him in a labyrinth, not a hunt. Perhaps this is his chance, or maybe just a new form of torture.

Calypso is a shapeshifter who can’t change form. Living as an unpaid caregiver and laborer in her sister’s household, her presence is barely tolerated in their insular community. When a strange fae threatens her pregnant sister, Calypso sacrifices herself. Perhaps an honorable death would give her life purpose. Instead, she ended up fighting for her life in a pitch-black labyrinth.

The Fae King’s Labyrinth is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between a Seelie fae and a mortal woman. It features fae, found family, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a commoner, played out in a perilous maze and an equally dangerous fae court.

 

 

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The Unseelie's Wallflower

Courts in Conflict Book 1

Greyson hides many things from the Unseelie Court when they invade his estate each autumn for the Wild Hunt. During his required appearance as host, he is surprised to find a human among the glittering fae. She can see him even when he is using his stealth magic, which means only one thing—they are soul mates. Can he protect her amidst the swirl of fae politics and a plot against her life?

Lyra has grown up among the fae. She has been trained to be the perfect servant. Then her master brings her to the Unseelie Court event of the year and demands she demonstrate her skills to nobles. With the promise of freedom as a motivator, she willingly agrees. Then she realizes her master’s true plan thanks to the intimidating fae lord hosting the event. Though why he would be invested in her fate is a mystery.

The Unseelie’s Wallflower is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between an Unseelie and a human woman. It features faes, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a servant, all played out against a backdrop of the peril, politics, and maneuverings of the Unseelie Court.

  

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A reader of fairytales and folklore, Elisa Rae loves a happy ending. Noblebright characters, dastardly villains, and chemistry between characters delight her. When she isn’t writing, she loves to watch superhero movies and literary dramas.

Elisa Rae is the pen name of Rachel Rossano.

 

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Tour Stop: Breathe A Soul’s Caress Book 1 by Camelia Bennett

 

 

A gifted psychic, tormented by a serial killer who has the key to his mind, finds hope in a talented detective with a tortured past. Together, they will learn what it means to trust again and fall into a love they never thought they deserved.

Breathe

A Soul’s Caress Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Paranormal Romantic Murder Mystery

Zayne Matthews is looking for someone to save him. His visions of a serial killer are pulling him deeper into a world of darkness he no longer has the strength to fight against. Detective Bodie Hale is looking for someone to save. His haunted past isolates him from the people who love and care about him, imprisoning his heart behind icy walls no one can break through.

But fate has plans for them. It will bring Bodie and Zayne together in a collision of emotions, forcing them to face their deepest fears. Their broken hearts will start to mend as they fight for a chance to have the one thing they thought they’d never find...LOVE.

And not just any love. A love brought to life through A Soul’s Caress.

 

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Bodie stood and offered his hand as if it was the most natural thing to do.

 

"Come on. The aquarium staff is going home for the night. I'll walk you back to your car."

 

Zayne cocked his head sarcastically. "You don’t think I can take care of myself, detective?"

 

“It’s not that.”

 

“Oh, I get it. Porter and Harris told you to keep an eye on me.”

 

“Actually, they told me the opposite.”

 

“Then why are you doing all this? I mean, the ice cream, the aquarium, escorting me to my car.”

 

Zayne took a step closer to the young man still holding his hand. A burst of heat erupted in his chest. His skin felt like it was on fire. The scent of sandalwood swirling around him tempted him to give in to the undeniable need coursing through his body. Unable to resist, Zayne leaned even closer to the sexy detective.

 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was our first date, Detective Hale.”

 

Bodie’s expression remained unchanged, but he couldn’t hide the lovely shade of pink that was now coloring the tips of his ears.

 

Zayne's thumb drew slow, seductive circles on the back of Bodie's hand. He daringly slipped his long, elegant fingers between Bodie’s until their palms touched. When their grip tightened with a natural ease, his heart stuttered as Bodie's breathing quickened. Their intimately joined hands sent the most exquisite tremors rushing through his body.

 

"What are you doing?" Bodie whispered, his voice ragged.

 

"I don't know. But it feels right. Doesn't it?"

 

Zayne’s heart thrashed wildly inside his tight chest as Bodie lifted his free hand and cupped the side of his face. He could feel the calloused skin tenderly cradle the smooth skin of his cheek. Giving in to his body’s demands, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into Bodie’s warm hand.

 

"Zayne…we…we can't."

 

Zayne’s eyes shot open. He wrenched his hand free and took three quick steps back.

 

"I-I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what I..."

 

Bodie turned, heading for the exit, his head hung low. "It…It’s fine. Come on. Follow me."

 

Zayne couldn’t see the detective’s face. But he could read Bodie’s body language loud and clear.

 

What the hell came over him? Of course, Bodie would be disgusted. He’s a man, for god’s sake! A damn hot man who, even if he was gay, would never be interested in Zayne.

 

This is crazy! I’m not even gay! I’m not. At least, I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’m just tired, lonely, and fucking horny. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid. This is ridiculous. How am I going to look him in the eye after this? He probably hates my guts. He’ll probably tell the captain he can’t work with me anymore. Whatever. I didn’t want his help anyway.

 

“Are you coming?” Bodie asked.

 

But Zayne didn’t seem to hear him. He remained where he was, internally scolding himself for acting like a complete idiot. It wasn’t until he felt Bodie’s fingers threading through his that he snapped out of his bubble of self-loathing. He looked into the detective’s eyes, shocked to see a devilish satisfaction shadowed by a hint of hope in their golden depths.

 

“I’m not angry,” Bodie said softly, gently squeezing Zayne’s hand. “You’re tired and, just taking a guess here, hungry?”

 

Zayne nodded. Well, he may have read Bodie all wrong, but the detective knew exactly what he was feeling. It was nice—really nice—to finally be seen by someone. Granted, it was by a complete stranger, which was the damndest thing. Yet Bodie didn’t feel like a stranger. How was that possible? Had they met before?

 

“Alright then. We’ll stop for something on the way back to the station. But nothing greasy or spicy. You’ll have nightmares.”

 

Zayne gave Bodie a broken smile.

 

Oh, Detective Hale. You have no idea what a nightmare is. Trust me, junk food is the least of my worries.

 

Zayne could tell Bodie was trying to read his thoughts. The way a tiny wrinkle appeared between the detective’s brows and his pale eyes danced with questions had Zayne thinking hard about trusting this man with his secrets.

 

“Everything okay?” Bodie asked.

 

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

 

“Well then, follow me.”

 

Zayne shook his head casually. “Not until you answer my question.”

 

“What question?”

 

“The one I asked earlier.”

 

“Ohhh. The one about why I’m doing all of this. That one?”

 

Giving Bodie an annoyed smile, Zayne replied, “Yes, that one. I mean, you’re a detective sent here to catch a serial killer. Shouldn’t you be out looking for clues or arresting suspects instead of buying me food and taking me to see fish?”

 

A smile borne from honesty lifted the corners of Bodie’s lips. “What can I say? I enjoy taking care of you. I like to see you smile. You should do it more often. It’s sexy.”

 

Eyes wide and heart racing, Zayne gulped down the words taking shape on his tongue. Bodie’s answer caught him off guard and left him wondering if he was dreaming.

 

“Come on,” Bodie whined, tugging on Zayne’s hand. “I won’t let you down. I promise.”

 

Of that simple fact, Zayne was now convinced.

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“Do you trust me?”

 

Zayne looked into Bodie’s unrelenting gaze and answered from his heart.

 

“Absolutely.”

 

Soul Moon: First Encounter

Soul Moon Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Urban Fantasy, Norse Mythology 

Caden Mitchell, a wolf shifter, thinks he’s on a mission to stop a deadly weapons exchange. What he finds instead is a pair of silver eyes and a body carved by sin. Erick Shaw is a struggling bartender whose scent has awakened Caden’s lonely heart and ignited a fire in his dying soul. Drawn together by an unknown and inexplicable familiarity, they will search for answers as to why humans want Erick dead and shifters wish to possess him.

Fate has brought them together for a reason. However, time is against them. Will Caden be able to save Erick from the people hunting him? Can Erick change his destiny and survive a horror none have been able to before?

Their hearts will be tempted, their bond tested. Yet, through it all, Caden and Erick will follow the longing in their souls back to the one their passion burns brightest for.

 

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Caden Mitchell wasn’t supposed to be here. It wasn’t supposed to be him sitting in this seedy strip club, avoiding the advances of women he had no interest in. Initially, his head of security had been assigned to this location. But, when they got a last-minute tip about an illegal shipment of drugs arriving tonight down at the harbor, Caden was forced to take the mission at the club while his associate followed the lead at the docks.

 

It really was the best plan. Unfortunately, now he’s the one stuck sitting here in this hell of overstimulation instead of the quiet of his condo, reading a good book while enjoying a cup of tea.

 

The flashing, colorful lights around him make his eyes hurt. The loud music, if you can even call it that, feeds the headache clawing at the front of his skull. The pungent smell of the filthy carpet, the ripped vinyl seats, and the smoky air all trigger waves of nausea that churn his empty stomach. Everything about this place reeks of desperation and sex.

 

From the moment he sat down over an hour ago, Caden has kept his head and eyes down. He can’t afford to draw attention to himself if he wants to complete his mission. However, as he catches the scent of someone new walking through the doors, his head lifts slightly so his sharp eyes can follow the man he was sent here to observe, possibly capture, but most likely, kill.

 

His senses heighten as he watches his target casually approach the bar and order a beer. The man dressed in a blue suit too expensive for this cheap club turns to scan the crowd cautiously. Caden quickly lowers his head again and casually takes the final sip of bourbon from his glass. A minute ticks by before he looks up to zero in on his target again.

 

But instead of finding his prey, Caden is met with a pair of striking gray eyes staring back at him with an arousing playfulness.

 

He can’t look away. Even though his breaths remain slow and even, his heart rate accelerates like a racehorse out of a starting gate. The blood in his veins burns like fire beneath his skin, yet he keeps his expression shrouded with disinterest. Heated shivers ripple outwards through his body as his eyes catch the faint, mischievous smile taking shape on the bartender’s perfectly bowed lips. When the owner of those mystifying silver eyes begins walking toward him, Caden’s grip on the empty glass in his hand tightens. 

 

Everything in the club fades to the background except for the man striding confidently to the small round table in the corner, where Caden waits, his sensitive ears listening to the steady beat of the bartender’s strong heart. His cobalt blue eyes catch every movement of the young man’s sinewy muscles beneath his black, skin-tight jeans and barely-there crimson red shirt. Everything about the bartender fascinates him. But it’s the innocent man’s scent that truly captivates him.

 

Caden has never smelled anything this heavenly before. The bartender’s fragrance is a potent blend of rosewood and sweat, compelling him to inhale deeply until he can taste it on his tongue. The combination is exhilarating, yet there’s something else subtly interwoven beneath it that draws him in like a siren’s song—something Caden believes he has smelled before but has been lost to him over time.

 

“What can I get you, handsome?” the bartender asks with a flirty tilt of his head.

 

Caden’s fingers itch to bury themselves in the man’s soft hair. The urge to pull on the strands at the root, baring the man’s neck to his teeth, has him clenching his jaw. He swallows stiffly as the bartender’s large, almond-shaped eyes openly travel up and down his body. They’re lined with endless rows of black lashes so thick that it gives the illusion that the young man is wearing eyeliner. It makes Caden want to see if the barkeep is as dangerous as he looks. His eyes drink in the young man’s bare arms, his mouth going dry when the sly minx of a man flexes his biceps. The bartender has veiled them, along with the sun-kissed flesh covering his exposed collarbones, with some sort of fine body glitter. The seductive man’s naked skin glistens with every breath he takes, every minute shift of his lean body, and all Caden wants to do is lick it off him. 

When I was young, I read books to escape the small town I grew up in. College, work, and family took me away from the stories I loved. But in 2020, when everyone was isolated, my youngest daughter introduced me to Japanese anime, and I fell into a hole I never want to leave. Fan fiction showed me that anyone can create stories and share them with the world. Three encouraging words from my best friend gave me the courage to write my first fan fiction later that year. Not long after, I completed the series, A Soul's Caress, my first original story but not my last. At 55, I now understand the meaning of George Eliot's quote, "It's never too late to be what you might have been.”

 

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