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Trapped by a mutual enemy, they have no choice but to work together. All Sophie wants to do is escape the prison that has held her for so long. Years of abuse have taken their toll on her. After a failed escape attempt, she is imprisoned with a bear shifter. Can the two of them work together to achieve their freedom? Captured by an enemy that wants to kill him, Callum is determined to free himself and the cute tiger shifter who shares his cell. It’s kill or be killed and he’s not ready to die. He definitely can’t stand the thought of anything happening to Sophie. She’s a gentle soul who despite her circumstances still has a good heart. As he fights to free them both, he begins to fall for the tempting tiger. Can he get them to safety and win her heart, or will his enemy destroy everything that he’s working for?

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Callum forced himself to his feet. His knees wobbled, but he ignored it, wanting to see what was going to happen. Sophie stood next to him. He put his arm out, keeping himself protectively in front of her. At least ten men marched toward them holding tasers and clanking chains. Callum balled his fists at his sides. This couldn’t be good. The hunters stopped in front of the door. “Get back,” one of them said, holding his weapon at the ready. Callum took a step back and Sophie followed his lead. A man stepped forward and unlocked the cell door. He tossed a chain at Sophie then to Callum. They weren’t just chains, but handcuffs and ankle shackles. “Put them on.” Sophie stared at Callum with wide eyes, and he gave her a nod, now wasn’t the time to fight. There were too many of them. It would serve them better to cooperate for the moment so they could stay conscious long enough to come up with a plan that would work. He let out breath when she bent over to pick up the chains, securing the cuffs to her feet first then to her wrists. Callum did the same. He left the shackles loose enough on his joints that if he got the ability to shift back he could, hopefully breaking the bindings in the process. The hunter nodded at them and moved with his back against the bars until he stood behind them. Another man stepped inside, holding two needles. “Don’t move a muscle.” He popped the top of the syringe with his teeth and jammed the pointy end into Callum’s bicep, effectively squashing any hopes he had of shifting anytime soon. Then he did the same to Sophie. She winced but didn’t say anything as he plunged the needle into her arm. The man behind them nudged him. “Now go. Slowly. Sophie first. Don’t try anything funny either.” Callum watched as Sophie took a few steps forward, waddling as best she could in her constraints. He followed after her. She stopped next to the hospital bed and went to lean forward. “Keep moving,” a hunter said as he shoved her forward. “But—” “Now!” The man shoved her hard enough to make her stumble. “I just want to say goodbye,” Sophie said. The hunter’s hand whipped up, connecting with her face. She cried out and fell backward, colliding with the metal bars as she struggled to find her footing. Callum roared as he moved forward. Several tasers pressed against his skin, sending charges racing through him. He grunted as he collapsed to his knees. Hands grasped him, hauling him back to his feet. “Keep him conscious,” one man said. “I don’t feel like dragging his heavy ass across the complex.” “Walk,” another man said, shoving him forward. His muscles contracted painfully as he moved forward. If he weren’t as large as he was, the jolt would have incapacitated him completely. They were led out into the sterile white hallway and Callum had to blink against the offensive brightness of the lights. The hunters led them through the complex, down winding hallways until they reached a garage. A large truck with a semi type trailer sat in the middle with its metal doors open. “Get in,” a hunter said, shoving Sophie from behind. “You too,” the man from behind him said. He walked up the ramp and took a seat on a metal bench that had been screwed into the floor. Sophie sat down and stared at him from the opposite side. A door clanged shut and they both turned. Another man, most likely a shifter, was being led to their truck too. Callum had never met the man before, but there was something familiar about him. He nodded at the newcomer, silently asking Sophie who he was. She shrugged in response and motioned with her hands. The man stumbled up the ramp and eased himself down on the bench next to Callum. He grunted and leaned back, sticking one leg out in front of him. Blood seeped through the white linen on his thigh. Callum turned his attention back to the hunters, watching as they rolled the ramp up and someone tugged each door shut. The truck rocked back and forth and he heard a clicking sound, which he assumed was some sort of a lock. Then someone tapped on the outside of the truck and an engine roared to life.

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Sophie ran a hand through her hair and let out a breath. She fiddled with the remote as she went to the bed, turning the TV on. Flipping through the channels, she paused at a news broadcast. On the screen was an image of her, Callum, and Terrence in their animal forms. The newswoman went on to say how there had been no other sightings since that day, but residents in the area were still urged to use caution. “Looks like we caused quite the ruckus,” Callum said from behind her. Sophie jumped, not realizing he was so close. He made his way to the bed and got situated in the spot next to her. “I guess so,” she said, relaxing back into the pillows. “Is that a bad thing?” He was shirtless, his hair still wet from the shower. She bit her lip, allowing her gaze to sweep over him. “They won’t find us.” Callum shook his head. “I’m sure they will have some questions – they’ll just never get answered.” She forced her gaze back to the TV, watching for a few moments as the reporter expanded on the story. “It’s nothing to worry about,” Callum said. “The world doesn’t know about us. Shifting has its benefits. Speaking of shifting, you should probably do it again soon. The more practice the better, and the less painful it will be. Plus your body craves the transformation.” “There was something freeing about running as a tiger. Obviously I can’t transition here,” she said, motioning to the room. “No, I suppose not. But you could practice partial shifts.” “Partial shifts,” she repeated slowly. “What’s that? I mean, I know what it is, I’ve seen shifters do just their hands or their eyes, but do you think I’m ready for that? I’ve only shifted once in my entire life.” Callum shrugged. “Everyone has to start somewhere. It’s a good way to appease your animal half on nights like tonight where we can’t get out.” “How do I do it?” she asked, curious. “It’s not hard really. Why don’t we start with something easy like your eyes?” “Okay,” she said. “Close them.” She did as he said. “Good. Now think about your tiger’s eyes. How sharp and crisp everything is when you look through them.” Sophie did as he asked, remembering the way her vision had enhanced the other day when she’d been a tiger. Her face went numb and she inhaled a deep breath, recognizing the odd tingles zipping through her face as a sign of her change. “Did I do it?” she asked opening her eyes. The room looked different, not because it was but because she had indeed done it. Her vision and hearing had always been impeccable in her human form, but now as a cat it was even better. Leaning forward, she smiled. She could even hear the rhythmic thrum of Callum’s heart beating. She lifted her fingers to her face. Fur had spread across her cheekbones and her nose was flatter than it should be. Her ears were fuzzy and pointed too, but her vision was what she cared about. She’d done it. Maybe not as well as some of the others who could do just their eyes, but she’d take the small win that she had. “You did good,” Callum said as she met his gaze. A wide grin was on his face and he was closer than she thought he was. She swallowed as her eyes dipped down to his full lips, then looked away. She shook her head and let out a breath as her face tingled again, returning to normal. “That was pretty cool,” she said with a giggle. “I thought you might like it.” “How often can I do that? How long until I can do just my eyes?” she asked. “You can do it as often as you like. The more you do it, the better control you’ll have,” he said. “So you can do just your eyes?” Sophie asked. Callum closed his eyes, opening them a few seconds later. The stormy grey was gone, replaced by an onyx color. Before she could stop herself, she reached out and touched his face by his temples. He stayed where he was, letting her move her fingers down his cheek before she let her hand drop back to her lap. He shut his eyes again and reopened them, allowing them to return to their natural color. “The key is to transition the animal parts of you that will be most effective depending on what the situation calls for. My eyesight isn’t very different as a bear, so I probably wouldn’t change it regardless of the situation. But say we were in a fight, I’d focus on my hands.” He flexed his fist and Sophie watched as hair sprouted out and his hand grew, doubling in size as it became a giant paw. “A good hit with my paw will knock anyone out.” Sophie reached out and trailed her fingers over his furry paw. It was soft to the touch, but she had no doubt that it could do a lot of damage if Callum wanted it to. He curled his paw inward, gently clasping her palm as if they were holding hands. She licked her lips, surprised by the tenderness of it. His bones snapped and realigned. The bear paw was gone, replaced by a human hand. Callum’s thumb rubbed tiny circles onto the back of her hand, causing her to swallow. It felt nice – better than nice. Heat raced through her, awakening parts of her body she’d never thought any man would ever touch. Callum shook his head and released her hand, turning back to the TV. She let out a breath, wondering what in the world had just happened as she stared at the screen. The news was still on and they’d moved onto another story that she had no interest in.

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by Bryan W. Alaspa
Genre: Thriller, Suspense

**A TERRIFYING NOVEL OF UNRELENTING SUSPENSE FROM AUTHOR BRYAN ALASPA**

Abe Yates is a successful true crime author. He makes a living writing about the crimes and deaths of others, but that living has allowed him to provide a great house and life for his wife and two kids. His latest novel is about a vicious hit-man and serial killer known as The Saint. It is already destined to become a runaway bestseller with a movie option at the ready. Life is good.

Until the morning he reaches for his cell phone and finds a mysterious video text. A text that shows something horrific. A video that appears to show something that hasn't happened yet.

Now Abe and his family may only have days to figure out who created this video and who wants to do them harm. How far would you go to protect your family? For Abe, he may find that his own desire to protect his life and his home may take him to darker areas in his own heart than he ever thought possible.

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Sure enough, there were some texts from friends and people who knew Spencer and whom Spencer had probably called about the party last night. Most of them Abe knew only tangentially and he could not recall most of their faces and most of them expressed regret at not being able to attend. He mused that they could have shown up or just not shown up and he would never have known the difference. That was the thing that happened when you were a reliable bestseller at the agency and publisher. People felt they had to bow down to you even if you had no idea who they were.

Delete. Delete. Delete.
He came to a final message, near the bottom of the list, from a number that he did not recognize. In fact, it was an impossible number to start with.
0000000000
Abe remembered getting weird phone calls from a number like that years ago when he had first gotten a cell phone. They had finally come down in price and the phone companies were finally offering decent deals on them and he had bought one of those obsolete flip phones.
He would find that he had a voicemail from a number that was all zeroes and when he listened to it, it was just a bunch of weird noises. He hadn't gotten a call like that in ages.
Abe opened up the message and saw that there was a black box in the middle of a white field. There was a white arrow, pointing to the right, in the middle of the black box.
He frowned.
Who the hell would send him a video text? No one he knew was the type to do that.
Abe was not a video taker himself and he rarely even texted over photos. If he had a good photo, he was told that social media was the best place to put that.
It was probably just someone who was at the party last night. Perhaps someone who stayed later and maybe things got crazier after he and Shari had left. Hell, it was probably a video from Sam or Spence trying to show him the fun he missed out on. 
Abe hit play.
At first he was not sure at all what he was a looking at.
It was a weird video, shot poorly, that kept pixelating. It was dark and it was shot with some nightvision
setting on the camera or cell phone, so everything had a weird greenish/white glow. The colors were all inverted, too, so the black pants looked white. He saw legs and arms and torsos, but the camera was mostly pointed at the ground.
There was sound, too. Men's voices, from the sound of it, but the sound was tinny and Abe couldn't make out any words. Someone was yelling.
Then there was screaming.
The camera swung up and suddenly Abe was looking into a face that he knew all too well. Whoever was holding the camera was wearing a Henry the CrossEyed Lion mask. One of the cheap plastic ones that came out every year and sold at the large discount store around the corner. The eyes, hidden behind that mask, looked empty and dark. There was just the smiling lion and the areas around the eye holes had been painted to look comically crosseyed.
It was surreal.
Abe sat up straighter on his chair, absently licking his lips. He was distantly aware of the fact that his throat was dry.
The camera swung around and now he could see that they were in someone's house.
He could make out a large staircase and a hardwood floor. It was familiar. He could see at least five other men. They were wearing suits, but all of them were wearing animal masks. Plastic animal masks based on the characters in Shari's books.

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Saint's Row by Elizabeth Blair

Rich, powerful, and deadly, the Saints serve as guardians for New Orleans, keeping the precarious balance between light and dark. Returning to the city after a self-imposed exile, Cael Saint throws himself into his work to try and drown out the tormented visions in his past. Light magic, dark magic, desperate humans with broken souls...he believed he’d seen it all. Then he met her.

Fiery and untamed, Becca Riley seemed the perfect one night stand to match Cael’s relentless nature. Striding into the local bar, she was confident, passionate, and sexy as hell. But what he took for drunken lust soon spirals into emotional chaos when he realizes she has secrets of her own...secrets that could destroy everything he has sworn to protect.

In a city where magic and humanity intertwine, neither a saint nor a sinner is safe.

“Becca, you catch one Saint, you catch us all. Just remember that, okay?”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

He stepped closer, his hand light on my arm. “It means, we don’t share. So don’t make a drunken mistake that ruins your chance to get the Saint you really want.”

“Did you just call me a whore, Ethan?” I laughed. “The more I get to know you-”

“No, Becca. I know you’re hurting. I know you are hiding things from Sarah, and I know it wasn’t just drunk hormones flooding through you when you were in Cael’s arms last night. So just don’t make a mistake you’ll regret.”

“Ever my big brother,” I grumbled. “Thank you for the concern. Now go take care of my sister before she makes a mistake that you’ll regret.”

His eyes flashed to the bar where Sarah was leaning hard on the shoulder of some stranger, her giggling voice echoing. “Damned Riley women will be the death of all of us,” he chuckled then kissed my cheek before setting off to retrieve her.

I turned, slipping a fluted glass off the tray of a passing waiter. Just as I lifted the glass, my eyes found Cael. He was across the room, deep in feigned conversation, and he pursed his lips at me. I sighed and traded the champagne for a bottle of water. I tipped it his direction, and he chuckled. Pride or arrogance...I wasn’t sure what emotion he was emanating, but it caused every tuxedo-clad Saint to turn my direction. Territorial. He was laying claim. A shiver of desire mixed with indignation ran up my spine and I exhaled. It was going to be a long fucking night.

I managed to stay around long enough to seem presentable and not undermine Sarah’s efforts. She was half toasted, but Ethan’s arm was tight around her waist, keeping her in check. He was doting on her, and I had to admit, it was cute. In a nauseating kind of way. He’d managed to slow her alcohol intake and get some food in her before she could end up like the rest of the revelers. Drunk on free liquor and high on whatever being offered in the private back rooms, the guests would never notice my escape but, no matter how long I waited, there was always a sober Saint in my periphery. When an old grandfather clock chimed one a.m., my last bit of patience evaporated and I made a break for the seclusion of the upper decks. Saint bodyguards be damned.

“You’ve stayed sober.”

I didn’t bother to turn but waved my water bottle Cael’s direction. “Sadly, yes.”

He slipped to the railing and traded my bottle for a champagne flute. “Your anxiety is blaring through our brains like bad zydeco music so, please, have a drink before we all go insane.”

I laughed but swallowed the drink. He poured me another, loosening his tie as he watched me finish it as well. “You know this area isn’t safe. It’s off limits until the refurbishment is complete. There are signs everywhere. Chains even.”

“I’ve always found off limits to be a vague term worth investigating.”

“You would.” He refilled my glass once more before putting the bottle aside and leaning against the railing beside me. “You aren’t much for socializing, hm?”

“Not this week. Do I need to worry about Ethan’s newfound fascination with my sister?”

“I don’t think it’s newfound. Her name was on his lips the moment I returned to the city. Do you think you need to worry?”

“Despite the things I don’t know, there are several I do. You aren’t actually related, you all have an uncanny knack for intervening in the worst trouble in the city, and I have watched at least one of you Saint boys crush a man’s larynx with a single hand. So, I repeat, do I need to worry for my sister’s safety?

“I take offense to the term boys, but no, you do not.”

Taking my arm, he slipped it to balance on the railing, his fingers tracing the veins up and down my forearm. I wanted to remain combative, but the move was too silky, too meditative, and I could only manage a soft plea. “Make me believe you.”

“We were all chosen for this job for different reasons, but the one thing in common was that we were all pretty useless human beings. We were guilty of being drug dealers, kiddie porn fans, abusers, sexual deviants or a million other lesser crimes. We were the parts of society people wish they could forget. Ethan is the exception. Ethan was in the seminary, on his way to becoming a priest. Illogically, he fell in love. Then she was viciously attacked on the night he intended to propose. His devastation was all consuming and, had the Saints not taken him when they did, he would have destroyed himself and anyone within a ten block radius. For love, Becca. So, no, there is no one on the planet less likely ever to hurt your sister.”

I stretched over, kissing tense muscle along his neck and staying there seconds longer than required so that I could inhale his scent...sunshine in the dead of night. “Thank you.”

“Were you afraid your sister is getting involved with a murderer?”

“I know she’s getting involved with a murderer. It’s more the drug dealer, kiddie porn, self-gratification thing that gives me pause.”

Elizabeth Blair writes dark, contemporary fiction with a modern twist to create novels where everyone wants to root for the bad guy. In addition to writing, she works as a rural librarian and holds positions in several state and national library associations. On a rare free weekend, she can be found riding the jeep trails near her home in the national forests or playing World of Warcraft with her family. 

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Warring Angel by S. L. Saboviec Cover Reveal!

Welcome to the cover reveal for S. L. Saboviec's Warring Angel, the third and final book of her Fallen Redemption series. Warring Angel’s cover is by Regina Wamba of Mae I Design, and it just might be the most gorgeous of all three.

Enael, a cobalt-winged, demon-fighting Nephil, struggles to establish her place in the ranks of Heaven's army. Because of a mistake in London in 1888, fellow soldiers refuse to partner with her, and she just can't stop screwing up her missions.

When the demon Asorat aligns with Adolf Hitler and openly declares his intentions to invade Heaven, the Council of Seraphim needs all the fighters it can get. They assign Enael to raise a generation of human-angel hybrids, one of which will embody on Earth and attempt to halt the Nazi party's growing power.

As Enael raises the warrior humans, she grapples with the information imparted to her decades ago: she is, indeed, a Cornerstone, created by the Source to defeat an ancient evil. However, no one--not even the Council--knows her ultimate purpose. As the threat grows, Enael must embrace the destiny the Source created for her, or her failure will bring about the end of Heaven itself.

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Samantha grew up in a small town in Iowa but became an expat for her Canadian husband, whom she met in the Massive Multi-player Online Role-Playing Game Star Wars: Galaxies (before the NGE, of course). She holds a B.S. in Physics, which qualifies her to B.S. about physics and occasionally do some math for the sci-fi stories she concocts. Her dark, thought-provoking science fiction & fantasy contains flawed, relatable characters and themes that challenge the status quo.

Her short fiction has appeared in AE and Grievous Angel, and her debut novel received an honorable mention in the 23rd Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards.

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Bestselling author Emma Nichols presents a new adult contemporary romance fans and critics are comparing to works of Jennifer Weiner. Snark and heart make The Souvenir a novel that will leave readers desperate for more. Wren Jacobs—a twenty-something corporate trainer— would like to announce the birth of her baby, Taylor, named after the artist singing "Bad Blood" during the conception. Mother and child are adjusting nicely and ready to welcome visitors, especially the father, Brady Conner. Despite a few too many misunderstandings, Wren never stopped loving Brady…and would love the opportunity to thank him for her souvenir from their relationship who weighed in at a whopping 8lbs 5oz, effectively ruining her after an unintentional natural delivery. Taylor's birth will forever remind Wren of the first day of summer, the last time she was ever able to wear a bikini, and that she'll probably never go to a bar again. Follow Wren and Brady as they navigate through the tricky dating scene in this touching romantic comedy, and fall in love with the souvenir of their relationship.

   

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The radio blared a Kid Rock song we used to sing together. All signs pointed to success. A smile even played on the corner of my lips as I stepped out of the truck carrying her breakfast. When I neared the breezeway, I could hear her voice coming from outside. Curious, I peeked around the corner, determined to find her. I hesitated when I realized there was a male voice joined with hers. “So, you’re going to the doctor, right?” Her voice sounded light, happy. I flattened myself against the side of the building, out of sight, but not out of earshot. I hoped if I listened long enough, I’d recognize the guy, or at least know if she was a lost cause. “What the hell do I need a doctor for?” The guy laughed. I heard the scrape of a chair on concrete and imagined the worst. “It’s not natural to pee that much. And it could be lethal to flush that early.” They both laughed at her words. Great. They already had a shared joke. “No, but seriously, Trey.” Apparently she waited for the new guy to stop laughing. “Okay. Serious.” She giggled, a sound, which normally brought me such joy, but instead brought on new chest pains. I dropped the Panera bag in the grass so I could rub my sternum. “Is that your serious face? Really?” Wren laughed again. “No more with the flushing or we’re through.” “Okay!” Trey chuckled. “I wouldn’t want to give up all this. I love scalding hot tea. My taste buds may never recover.” He cleared his throat. “Luckily, I had the toaster strudel to ice it down with.” Wren snickered. “Stop it. It wasn’t that bad. Oh, and if you want a better breakfast, you should’ve brought it.” “Touché. In my defense, I couldn’t be sure you were worth the chocolate croissants.” A chair creaked. “How about now?”  

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“Wait. You’re still leaving?” His frown deepened. My brow furrowed. “You had Paige here last night.” I gestured to my side of the bed. “She slept on my pillow, drank from my glass, and left it dirty. Fuck yeah, I’m leaving.” I sighed angrily. “I found an apartment.” My shoulders heaved as I wrapped myself in dreams of a better future. “I signed the lease and paid the deposit, but it won’t be ready until next Saturday.” Brady sat up and brightened some. “Okay. Did you want to stay here until then?” I stared at him, frowning slightly. “What? You think if I stay here for a week, you can get me to forgive you?” I rolled my eyes. “Please. I can’t think of anything that would make me forgive you, or inspire me to give you another chance to break my heart.” I tilted my head for a moment and tapped my chin. “Nope. Nothing.”

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Leaning over, Brady stared at the carpet with his hands clasped in front of him. “I thought you had some deal you wanted to make, something you wanted to discuss.” Seeing him weak made me feel strong. Setting the box on the floor, I knelt in front of him, forcing him to look at me. “I’m not for you, Brady. She’s the one you were supposed to be with, remember? I’m getting out of your way…not that I seem to be stopping you.” I jerked my head toward the bed to emphasize my point. “Let me keep my stuff here until I can move into the apartment next weekend. Help me move it in, since you refuse to let anyone else do it. I’ll play nice.” His piercing blue eyes studied my face. I could actually see him considering my offer. He licked his lips before speaking. “What’s in it for me?” I shrugged. “I told you. I’ll play nice.” Brady forced a smile that never reached his eyes. “Not much of an incentive.” Exhaling deeply, I sat back on the floor and stared up at him. “What do you want, Brady?” I didn’t feel like playing games. At the moment, I didn’t really feel like packing either, but at least doing so would’ve moved me closer to my goal. “I want you. One more time. You owe me that much.” He transformed before my eyes. Minutes before he’d appeared broken, completely wounded. Now, Brady had become calculating and determined, a dangerous combination. “You want me one more time. What? Sex?” With a laugh, I shook my head. “I owe you?” I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. “How’s that?” “You broke our agreement. You promised you’d give our living arrangement six months before you ever considered leaving. It has only been five.”

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What made her decide to be a romance author?

Simple.

How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career?

Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliché moments spicy.

Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily.

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Kavan by Kristen Clark-Frost Cover Reveal!

Not only is this a great Cover Reveal today, but in a twist of surprise - the author has decided to release the book today as well!! You can pick it up right now - go grab your copy and leave a comment congratulating the author on her new release!

Paranormal romance author, Kristen Clark-Frost,

lives in New Hampshire with her family.

A die hard metalhead, you’ll find her at her computer,

headphones blasting, while pounding away at the keyboard.

Her cat, who believes he’s trans species

and really a vicious canine, sleeping by her side.

An avid reader with a voracious appetite for the written word,

Kristen made a bold move and changed careers to chase her dream;

creating spectacular new worlds for others to enjoy.

Previously working and advocating for children and adults

with developmental disabilities,

Kristen spent many hours introducing others

to the power and magic of the written word.

When opportunity arose, she dove headfirst into writing full time.

Kavan is the first book in the Drelatta Wolves Series.

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Ashlyn wasn't looking looking for a man. She had books, her best friend, and a job she loved. Unless she found a man like the ones in her books, she was happy being single. Until she met Kavan.

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                Working with his family, Kavan kept the human’s safe from what lurked in the shadows. He wasn't looking for his mate, wasn't ready to settle down. Until he found Ashlyn.

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                Can Ashlyn accept Kavan and the life he offers. Can Kavan keep Ashlyn safe from the monsters hunting her?

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HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY KAVAN!

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Waking the Snow Leopard by Forrest E. Morgan Book Spotlight!

They call themselves Keepers of the Covenant, the Illuminati, God's one true Church. Believed to be wiped out in the 4th century, they survived in secret and spread around the globe, ultimately becoming rich and powerful, manipulating governments and influencing world events from behind the scenes.

Owen Powell is the Arbiter, the ultimate authority and enforcer in disputes between the Covenant’s 12 Great Houses. A former U.S. Army Ranger and intelligence officer, extensively trained in the martial arts and educated in the best universities, he was carefully groomed to be one of the most powerful men in the world. The problem is he doesn’t know it because his father was murdered before passing on the family legacy.

At the dawn of the third millennium, Covenant leaders meet to discuss an ominous prophecy. The Arbiter will wake and the fate of humankind will hinge on a choice he will have to make. Two women, both brilliant and beautiful, are out to win Powell’s love. One of them wants him to become the great man she knows he can be, the other wants to steal the source of his greatness. As Powell learns of his legacy, Covenant factions vie to bend him to their own designs. Little do they know the perils they face when they wake the Snow Leopard.

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Forrest E. Morgan is the author of five books and a coauthor of several others. He practiced Asian martial arts for 30 years and is the author of Living the Martial Way, which has been described as a classic in martial arts philosophy. His first novel, Waking the Snow Leopard, was recently released and is now available in print and ebook at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, ibook, and other quality booksellers.

Morgan retired from a 27-year career in the U.S. Air Force in 2003. While in the Air Force he served as an intelligence analyst, space operations officer, strategic planner, and professor of comparative military studies. In the years since, he has worked as a political scientist at the RAND Corporation where he does strategy research and analysis for various defense and intelligence clients. He also teaches military strategy and national security space policy to graduate students at the University of Pittsburgh. He holds a bachelors degree and a doctorate from the University of Maryland, a master of arts degree from Webster University, and a master of airpower arts and sciences degree from the Air University School of Advanced Air and Space Studies.

Morgan was born in North Carolina, but grew up in the Detroit area after his father moved the family north to work in the auto industry. As a career Air Force officer, he has lived in many places and enjoys international travel. He has six grown children and six grandchildren.

Morgan and his wife, Susan, now live in western Pennsylvania.

 My official website is: http://forrestemorgan.com

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