Dealer’s Choice Dealer’s Choice Book 1 by Liz Cain Book Blitz!! @SilverDaggerBookTours @elizabeth.cain.31149359 @lizcainauthor

Would you sell your soul to save someone you love?

I did and it was a mistake.  

Dealer’s Choice

Dealer’s Choice Book 1

by Liz Cain

Genre

 Urban Fantasy, Light Romance  

He finally caught up. I never should have made that deal.

One moment of pain and despair, one moment where I thought my world was going to end. That I would lose him. Would you trade your soul for someone you loved? I did.

It didn't go as planned and now I'm stuck serving a demon for eternity. At least he thought so...

After finding a way to escape my service, I'm on the run. Taking his most valuable possession with me. I live in constant fear of being found. No one has ever escaped the devil before so he will come for me. I have to be ready, one way or another.

Warning: This story contains violence and curse words.

Spice level: This series is Urban Fantasy and light in romance

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Dealer’s Soul

Dealer’s Choice Book 2  

What the hell is a guardian and why does everyone think I am one?

I’ve been running for centuries and finally decided enough is enough. If Alaric wants me then he can come and get me. Without his assassin to do his dirty work he might have to make an effort to bring me back to Hell.

It has been months since I outed myself and here I am dress shopping for a teenager as if my life might not fall apart at any moment. It was almost a relief when a water dragon exploded into my life and I’m confronted by the Matriarch of a species thought to be extinct.

With the council on its way to Chicago to confront me and the Hunters making a move against supernaturals, I find myself undercover and facing an old enemy.

Who am I kidding? I’m loving life right now.

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Dealer’s Loss

Dealer’s Choice Book 3  

Am I doomed to make the same mistake again? Will this time be different?

Oops. I did it again. I sold my soul for a man that I…well let’s not use the ‘L’ word. After 500 years Alaric finally has me where he wants me and while I’m with him the whole of the supernatural world is at stake.

The Stone of Solarius has been destroyed and released a sickness among those who have magic. Soon all the world will have left is humans and demons who can hideout in Hell until this is all over.

I won’t let that happen. First, it’s time to escape Hell, once and for all.

Warning: This story contains violence and bad language.

Spice level: This series is Urban Fantasy and light in romance

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Dealer’s Will

Dealer’s Choice 0.5

Would you sell your soul to save someone you love? I did and it was a mistake.

Driven to desperate measures, Morgan strikes a dangerous deal with a local crossroads demon, hoping to save the man she loves when he falls fatally ill. Little does she know that her decision will set in motion a chain of events with dire consequences. "Dealer's Will" immerses you in a prequel of dark choices and haunting consequences. As Morgan makes her fateful deal, the boundaries between light and darkness blur, and the line between salvation and damnation becomes perilously thin.

Brace yourself for a thrilling journey into the depths of temptation, sacrifice, and the blurred line between love and regret.

"Dealer's Will" is set as a prelude to the riveting saga "Dealer's Choice," this tantalizing tale unravels the secrets behind Morgan's origin and why she is the way she is.

Warning: This story contains violence and a brief scene that is sexual in nature.

Spice level: This series is Urban Fantasy and light in romance

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Liz Cain is an urban fantasy writer and NHS frontline staff. She was born in East Yorkshire in the UK and grew up near the sea with her parents and two sisters. She moved to the midlands, which was much too far south for her, graduating from Leicester University with a degree in Physics and going on to complete an MSc in Medical and Radiation Physics. She has worked in the NHS since 2008 as a Nuclear Medicine Clinical Scientist, helping with cancer treatment and diagnosis.

She has traveled at every opportunity from Thailand and Australia to touring national parks in North America. Liz has done lots of crazy things for charity, including skydiving, running, swimming, and even cutting off her hair. While out on adventures she finds herself weaving intricate tales in her head which one day she had to write down. 

Liz has loved reading her whole life, growing up with Anne McCaffrey, Mary Stewart, and Terry Goodkind. Becoming an author happened by chance when she jumped at the opportunity to help a friend tell a story that deserved to be told. It inspired her to follow her lifelong dream and now she has published books with her coauthor Anne K. Whelan in the fantasy romance and paranormal romance genre, finally taking that last step and publishing by herself in 2023.

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As Sail and Galvin spend their days sailing the open waters and their nights exploring Seaport, their connection deepens. Sail is determined to make Galvin fall in love with him, while Galvin tries to guard her heart against the inevitable goodbye. Can their love overcome the challenges of their conflicting lives?

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From a young age, aspiring musician Jessica Baker has made it a point to never rely on anyone other than herself. After all, in her experience, people, along with success, are both fleeting. However, when Kai Halara joins her tour, all of her preconceived notions are demolished.

Kai is a failure in the eyes of his industry. Intending to use Jessica’s tour as a distraction while he determines his next move, he’s soon at war with himself. His mind tells him to stay away, but his heart—and body—demand the opposite.

Can their happiness survive when misunderstandings collide with electric attraction, and past drama resurges to threaten to destroy all they have created?

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Kai’s first sight of Jessica had hit him like a freight train.

He watched her as she focused on each speaker. Her manager should have been there but, for whatever reason, either hadn’t been invited to this particular meeting or hadn’t shown. Her questions showed that she’d done her research and wasn’t relying on those around her to advise the correct steps.

That much poise in a woman twenty-five years old was remarkable. The haunted maturity in her didn’t match the shining blonde hair and full lips. He didn’t go for blondes as a matter of preference—or women as young as Jessica. Though some might not think so, ten years was a big difference.

“Will the fans be expecting CDs at the merch table? Or is it a waste of time? In the past, artists would sign them at their table after the show, but all the teens download stuff, not buy physical copies.” Gordon focused on Kai.

He started to answer when Dirk cut in.

“It’s never a bad idea to have bespoke merchandise. The buyers for that will skew older, but we might draw in some who are younger. We’ve got T-shirts, stickers, and koozies. Those are what I have found move the needle more than the music. Though CDs are faded in popularity, some still want them. If we had more money, I would have done something in a limited edition but didn’t have the funds.”

“What do you think, Kai?” Gordon’s voice echoed across the conference table, almost as a challenge.

Country was a form of music Kai wasn’t that familiar with. Apposite had been a rock label, specializing in hard rock and speed metal. Apposite. His failed venture. It had been a long shot when he started it, but he had always been persistent and assumed he could tough it out and make the endeavor a success in time.

In that, he’d been wrong.

He cleared his throat, surprised that Gordon had addressed him. Kai studied Jess’ picture on the back of the CD. The picture wasn’t like the real-life woman. This was every bit a professional portrait, with her hair teased out and blown straight, the wind lifting it just back from her face. She had a white dress on, creating a sexy yet virginal effect.

The real Jessica Baker had her own raw sensuality that called to him in a way he had no business entertaining.

“I am with Dirk. She can sign the liner notes on the physical copies. We will have postcards and download cards for those who buy it online. Dirk’s got the right idea for merch. Patches are good too, if you are still searching for suggestions. Those should cover our bases.”

Gordon nodded and started speaking to Dirk in low tones.

Studying the real-life woman in front of the conference table, Kai decided he liked her better today than in the glamour shot on the CD. Her hair had a natural wave to it and curled down her back. She had more makeup on than he was expecting, with a smoky liner around her lids and mascara. Her peasant blouse was in a muted green that complemented her skin, jeans and cowboy boots completing the outfit.

“Kai?”

He focused on Ally Wilson with the CD still in his hand. “Yes?”

“Did you have any input on the set list? We’re going to end with ‘Susan the Magician,’ of course, since that’s the first release, but any opinions about the rest?”

He reviewed what they had said about the song choices, though he hadn’t been giving it his full concentration. “I would move the third song to be second so you’ve got a break between tempos, but it’s a short set, so it won’t make that much of a difference either way.”

“Great. Thanks. I’ll talk to her manager. Appreciate the input. Jess, will you sign the CDs?”

If it wasn’t his imagination, Jessica’s attention flicked to him before landing on Ally. Kai struggled to keep his face neutral.

“Of course I will. Give me all you have. And a pen.”

The meeting broke, and Kai wondered why Gordon had forced all of them to attend this thing in person. Perhaps the label president meant it as a flex to show his power.

Ally lingered as the rest filed out of the conference room, leaving Kai and Jess behind. Those folks had offices, but Kai did not. He worked from home, making this even stranger. The entire thing had been unnecessary.

He approached Jess as she signed. He resisted the urge to turn on his heel and walk away when she raised her head to acknowledge him. No matter his reason, she would take it a different way.

You should have kept your distance.

Too late now.

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Black heart buccaneers face fiery seas, monstrous

 krakens, and the wrath of the Devil himself! 

Pirates in Hell

A Heroes in Hell Anthology

created by Janet Morris

Genre

 Dark Fantasy Pirate Anthology 

Avast, ye readers! Here be Pyrates! Feast yer eyes on

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Corsairs, freebooters and plunderers shiver their

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Bitter Business 

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Curse of the Pharaohs 

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Lir’s Children 

 Paul Freeman

Unholiest Grail 

 Larry Atchley, Jr.

The Bitter Taste of Hell’s Injustice 

 Jack William Finley

Serial Recall and Beautiful Tortures 

 Michael H. Hanson

Drink and the Devil

Rob Hinkle

The Pirates of Penance 

 Joe Bonadonna

Muse of Fire 

Janet Morris and Chris Morris

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He is a crewmember of the piratical poetry and musical

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Excerpt from Pirates in Hell – Unholiest Grail by Larry Atchley, Jr.

Over the threshold and into the shop strode a man with wavy shoulder-length brown hair and a mustache turned up at the ends with styling wax. He wore a tailored blue frock coat, tan trousers neatly pressed. He waded through ankle-deep standing water in black leather knee-high boots. “Welcome to Hellish Curiosities and Clothiers,” LaVey said. “Can I interest you in anything in particular?”

“Hell-o to you as well, my damned man,” the patron said in an oratorical voice. “My name is Sir Henry Morgan. I have heard it said that your shop is the place where the rarest items of special interest may be found.”

“So true. So true.” Purring, LaVey stroked his black goatee. Finally, a viable customer. “We specialize in unobtanium. What, precisely, are you looking for, dear sir?”

“A product. A very special product,” said Morgan. “I’ve heard rumors that a cup exists, a special cup — a cup which, when filled with alcoholic libations or possibly any liquid, allows the drinker to actually become inebriated. As I’m sure you can imagine, such an item would be very much in demand.”

“Your reputation does precede you, Sir. And your predilection for strong drink is well known.” LaVey said. “Do you know that, after your death topside, an entire rum distillery company was named after you?”

“Heh, oh yes.” Morgan grinned. “But they got my image all wrong on the labels. I’ve never worn anything so gaudy as that outfit they portray.”

“If such a cup were in my possession,” LaVey responded, “its purchase price would be quite dear. Only a select few of the damned would be able to afford such an item.”

“Naturally.” Morgan shrugged. “I have considerable resources at my disposal. What would you charge for such a wondrous unholy relic . . . If you possessed it, that is.”

“If an unholy grail such as you describe actually exists,” LaVey said carefully, “surely His Satanic Majesty would never allow a mere sinner to possess it. His rules forbid the pleasure of drunkenness to the damned, as you surely know. To own such an item would mean risking the wrath of all the lords of the latter-day hells.”

Morgan drew close to LaVey and said archly, “Mister LaVey, let’s end this charade, shall we? Everyone knows you deal in certain items of supposedly mystical, or even reputedly mythical, powers. Scuttlebutt has it that most of what you sell is counterfeit rubbish, that—”

“Rubbish!” LaVey interrupted. “I’ve never been so insulted in all my—”

“Wait! Let me finish,” Morgan ordered. “However, some souls whisper that not everything you sell is a sham. A certain spear comes to mind.”

“Now see here, my good sir! That whole business about a certain spear got me into a great deal of trouble with His Satanic Majesty. I’d really rather not discuss the topic further.”

“As you wish.” Morgan licked his lips. “I shall merely point out that if someone in New Hell knows where to find this unholy grail, you are that someone. You claim to run the only place where such items can be found. ‘Unobtanium’ you call it. It would be in your best interest to actually have this item, the fabled ‘real deal’. You’d be discreet about it, of course, so as not to rouse the suspicions of the Devil’s Children. So naturally you couldn’t advertise that you possess such a cup. Thus my question to you remains: Do you in fact have it? And, if you do, what would it cost me to buy it? Alternatively, if you don’t now have it, could you get it upon for a qualified buyer? Name your price, and I will gladly pay it.”

LaVey pensively rubbed his Mephistophelian goatee, thinking what riches might be his, could he find so important a relic for this inveterate privateer, once lieutenant governor of Jamaica, whence he’d raided settlements far and wide with such single-minded rapacity that he secured a license to attack and seize Spanish vessels for the English Crown. “If I’m going to risk His Satanic Majesty’s ire, my price will be substantial.”

“A soul could name his own price for an item that can make this hellish existence less vexing.” Morgan grimaced. “Only from great risk comes great reward.”

“Yes, great indeed,” LaVey said. But where in hell could it be, this grail which Morgan so desired that he’d buy it rather than steal it? Returning from the storeroom to the selling floor with a crystal sphere in her fingers, Madam Blavatsky caught LaVey’s attention, casting furtive glances toward the back room. “Excuse me, Captain Morgan,” said LaVey and followed her into the back, which smelled disconcertingly of mildew.

Once out of Morgan’s sight, Blavatsky sucked on the corners of her toothless mouth and whispered, “For ‘great reward’, we may be able to assist him. This grail has shown itself to me.”

LaVey lit up like a cannon fuse. “You know where it is? Why haven’t you mentioned anything about this before,” LaVey demanded of the infuriating, self-proclaimed mystagogue and leading proponent of Theosophy.

“Because no one has asked about it until now,” she replied. “Why must I have as my assistant the greatest idiot savant of the modern age?”

“I’ve only now seen a vision of it while you and the customer were bantering about its price,” Blavatsky said, giving him a nasty sidelong glare.

La Vey took Madam Blavatsky’s arm, and the two nonchalantly made their way to where Morgan stood, staring through the storefront window, holding a pair of brass Carl Zeiss Jena binoculars close to squinting eyes. “I don’t have it right now, but we know where the cup may be found,” LaVey said to Morgan. “One million diablos is my finder’s fee,” LaVey said.

“Whoa ho!” Morgan exclaimed. “You’ve the soul of a buccaneer. A princely sum indeed. Very well, Mister LaVey, you shall have your price—if and when you produce the cup. The real grail, the goblet of my desire, of course, and not some simulacrum.”

“Of course, Sir Henry.” LaVey rubbed his hands together, sensually anticipating the feel of all those diablos under his sweating palms. “To deliver, I must mount an expedition. Would you like to join us?”

“Join you? On an expedition? I’ll lead any expedition my diablos fund. First I must needs muster a crew—reavers who’ll take my orders, not yours. Even in hell, he who has the gold makes the rules.” Morgan chuckled at his own levity.

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