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Arija and The Burning City
by
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where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Arija and The Burning City
by
ZachChop@
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In a city of angels and demons, we learn who the real monsters are.
If Arija has to chase Kip down one more time, she just might kill him. But when she finds herself in the most beautiful city she’s ever seen, is it a paradise or is it hell?
Adal can’t believe he let Arija go into the portal alone. When he goes in looking for her, he finds himself in a hellscape. With a demon around every corner, Adal must find his girlfriend before it’s too late.
But someone watches from the shadows.
When heaven and hell collide, Adal and Arija must figure out who is there to help and who is a demon wearing an angel’s face. Will they solve the puzzle before it’s too late?
You’ll love this twisted tale reminiscent of The Labyrinth because of the betrayal, the temptation and the edge of your seat action.
creature out so we may start the ritual.” Ara winked as she stepped away from
Adal.
by the hip and swept his feet out from underneath him. As soon as he hit the
ground, the sisters pinned him to the floor.
she sauntered back over to him.
the funniest shit ever, but I kinda need to ask you to not cut his dick off.”
her eyebrows knitting together.
of succubi, her hand poised over her pistol.
fate?” Ara asked in shock, not looking the slightest bit concerned.
his friend. Thank God for that crazy bitch! Now get me the hell out of here.
kinda a huge dick, and shaving some off might make him more tolerable, but that
will put a damper on my plans. So, here’s the deal: you let my associate keep
his junk, and I won’t kill all of you. Fair?” Ypsilon said with a smile.
digging her nails into Adal’s arm.
her soul,” Rowan added.
“You can’t smell something that isn’t there.”
look of daggers. “Not the best time to be a smartass! If you want, I can wait
until after your trim to save you.”
the length I like it.”
turning back to Ara.
him out of this. On her home planet, Ypsilon was chief of the smartest gang for
a reason. She kicked ass and knew how to get her way. But how she planned to
escape a room full of hundreds of demons was a question he couldn’t answer.
have a soul is irrelevant. I will tear into your chest and remove whatever
heart you have. Then I’ll feed it to your man before removing his juicy bits,”
Ara warned, turning all of her attention toward Ypsilon.
once. Let him go. If you don’t back the fuck off, I’m gonna hurt ya’.” Ypsilon
took a step toward Ara. Her head came up to the demon’s shoulders.
teach you your place, you snarky bitch,” Ara spat.
of Ypsilon’s mouth. It was gone so fast Adal wasn’t even sure it was real. His
stomach tightened, his nerves on edge as his friend squared off with the
succubus. Adal didn’t even hear the gunshot, the boom and muzzle flash almost masked
by the panicked and infuriated howls of the spectating mass of succubi.
oily substance erupted into the air, spraying the floor all around her. Adal
only noticed that Rowan and Matilda had let go of him when his arms smacked
against the dark marble floor.
as she relished in what he presumed was her first kill of the night. The look
of pleasure on her face as she watched the smoke plume from the end of her
gun’s barrel was enough to make him grateful she was on his side.
Ypsilon turned and swung her gun back and forth between Rowan and Matilda who
were shrieking at the death of their leader.
frozen.
of whore queen?” Ypsilon questioned as she looked from Matilda to Rowan and
back again.
finger like a pistol in a western before expertly sliding him into his holster.
“What’s it gonna be, ladies?”
curling into a snarl. “We will spill your blood, little girl.”
Ypsilon. “For our sister,” they shouted in unison.
Adal thought he could see a hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
As Rowan reached her, arms outstretched like a zombie in a Romero movie,
Ypsilon dropped and rolled the succubus over her shoulder, slamming her into
the floor.
Ypsilon in the arm.
punched the succubus in the face. “Really? We’re scratching now?” She hit the
demon with another hook to the head.
colliding with several of the spectators. One woman in the crowd jumped in
front of Matilda, growling at Ypsilon, but Matilda raised a hand and the woman
returned to her place.
Rowan. The red-head came at her with a spin kick, hitting her in the side.
Ypsilon stepped back to avoid the full hit, but tripped over Ara’s body,
landing just next to Adal.
you, but we aren’t covered in mud or oil. How about you not be useless and help
save your own ass? Remember, they kinda want to cut off your junk?”
next to his friend. He wrestled in his pockets and pulled out his
knuckles.
this one?” Ypsilon chided.
line, let me know and we can discuss what you want to bring to the table. Until
then, I’mma do me. You do you.” Adal squeezed the metal weapon.
me.”
Author Interview:
do you most dislike?
You know who you are.
regret?
but when I graduated I realized I hated that field.
journey?
value in a friend?
names?
greatest ideas for writing?
does it take you to write a book?
published.
your first book change your process of writing?
other than just getting words on a page.
with the idea for your book?
ideas for my books. Usually it just starts with a “what if” scenario and I keep
developing it.
favorite quotes from Arija and The Burning City?
discuss what you want to bring to the table. Until then, I’mma do me. You do
you.”
skin.”
this to be too easy for me.”
About the Author:
Coupled with being a bestselling and award winning author of Young Adult Fiction, Zach spends his days trying not to kill himself with lethal levels of caffeine.
Zach is the author of the Gabrielle series, a young adult fantasy with a paranormal-historical-time traveling twist (try saying that five times fast), and the Hall of Doors series, a cross worlds adventure with snarky yet loveable characters.
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Sariel
@mwadeauthor
where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Angels of the Triad
Sariel
Maddie Wade
@mwadeauthor
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The Fate of the world is in the hands of a fallen angel.
With a declining birth rate threatening to end humanity, three fallen angels fight to save it. The Angels of the Triad, the disgraced former protectors of Eve, are fearless in battle. But as demons gather strength, a prophecy is revealed that changes everything.
Sariel is lethal, and he knows it. Now the bitter angel must once again become a Protector, risking everything to guard Jenica a descendent of Eve. The fate of the world is tied to the life of a single woman, a petite blonde with a smile that could make angels fall.
disinterestedly from the alley-way, as the human ran across the road, her long
hair flowing behind her like a white banner. Rain lashed down on him, splashing
off the long leather trench coat he wore, ice cold needles of water running
down his face and mingling with the blood that saturated his shirt.
reeked like a sewer on a hot summer day. Even after thousands of years,
smelling the stuff still made his stomach roil. Brushing his hair from his face,
he stepped off the ledge of the tall apartment block, landing on the concrete
500 feet below with barely a whisper of air. Feeling eyes on him, he glanced to
his right to see Malak and Zagan.
similarly to him, dark pants and long leather jackets, big heavy shitkickers on
their size 19 feet. Malak was the talker of the group—if he could get close
enough to someone, they would do whatever he willed. But then, they all had
that ability.
dawn of existence, they held a power that few humans could comprehend. But
Malak had a way of twisting the humans so that they did his bidding without
realizing they had been manipulated. His blonde hair and blue eyes, coupled
with an easy smile and hard body, made him seem approachable, especially to
women.
people only made once. Malak was one of the Triad, as was Sariel. A group of
three Fallen Angels, banished to earth and stripped of their status as
Archangels by God for their sins. A sneer tipped his lips at the thought. He
and his brothers had been walking this earth for a Millenia, watching as God’s
children tore each other apart for lust and power, while he, Malak and Zagan
were punished for much less. But they had been Archangels and so, the
expectations placed on them were greater. They were to be beyond reproach,
expected to act with pure hearts and selfless souls.
Carnwenna dagger in his hand, he approached his brothers, his stride long and
sure.
other two?” he asked, knowing by their expressions that they hadn’t.
Shiwanna could not be trusted,” growled the dark-haired Zagan.
angry outburst, watching the opening of the alley-way, with a guarded
expression. His senses were primed and tingling with the knowledge that Demons
were near. Gripping the dagger harder, his muscles tensed in readiness for the
coming fight.
as Sariel felt his brothers move, flanking him as they had done since time
began. Adrenaline spiked his blood, heightening his already supernaturally
expanded senses.
exit, and he watched as five Demons ambled into the alley-way, their distinct
white blonde hair making them stand out in the stormy evening light. A growl
reached his ears, and he suppressed the urge to smile. These Demons were young,
the distinct stench of burned popcorn that followed them around not as strong
as older demons. They would be inept and inexperienced, but what they lacked in
fighting experience, they would make up for with enthusiasm.
needed—a good fight to take the edge off the fury that raged through him.
Killing the Demons night after night was accomplishing nothing, as they had
increased vastly in the last ten years.
that the demons were spreading a disease to human women, the Angels realized
that the situation was dire and more desperate than ever. Fighting them was not
enough; they needed to drive them back into the fiery pits of hell where they
belonged.
launched himself at Sariel, their bodies colliding with the force of two Mack
trucks traveling at high speeds. He felt the young Demon’s wrist snap as he
swung his arm up, blocking the blow from the knife his enemy carried. With an
upward arc of his arm, he slashed the demon’s throat, severing his carotid
artery. Blood spurted over him as he dropped the demon to the floor. Flipping
the demon over, he grasped the back of his neck, ripping the spinal cord that
contained the brain stem from his lifeless body. Throwing it to the wet, dank
ground, he watched as the body shriveled up before turning to dust.
to kill a demon, and that was to sever the spinal cord. Contrary to common
beliefs, the heart was not where the soul resided; instead it was found in the
tiny synapses that fired the brain, each thought, each memory locked into one
small neuron.
brothers. The remaining Demons were turning to ash at their feet. He was
disappointed that they hadn’t put up more of a challenge, finding himself
becoming more bored of late. Roaming the earth and killing demons and evil
spirits had lost its appeal, and he could feel himself becoming more jaded by
the hour.
white-haired human,” Zagan began, but Sariel stopped him, not wanting anyone
else near her, except him.
her. You need to find the location of Sandalphon and Mihael. They are the key
to having this disease eradicated from human women.”
watching him intently, and Sariel met his hard gaze, unflinching. With a nod,
Malak and Zagan took to the air, their mighty black wings briefly casting a
shadow over the night sky before they disappeared.
misconception that Angels with black wings were servants of Lucifer, but that
was only partly true. As on earth, there was a hierarchy. True Fallen Angels
who did terrible deeds were indeed banished to hell and chosen by Lucifer to do
the work of the Dark Lord, a final ‘fuck you’ to God from his disobedient
children. But Angels such as himself and his brothers, who had just not lived
up to God’s high standards, were banished to Earth to protect his proudest
creation, although in their case, they had been stripped of the Archangel
status and power as well.
black wings, but they were always tipped in the color of their previous wings.
His were a beautiful gold, Zagan’s a peacock blue and Malak’s a vibrant purple.
They were easily recognizable and vastly known throughout the Universe as God’s
Protectors on Earth. This made them targets, with only their fierce skill and
feared reputation holding back all but the bravest or most stupid Demons or
Evil from attacking them.
closed, hidden from the view of humans, and instead followed the scent from the
white-haired human. She was a scientist who had inherited a relic from her
ancestors that could be the key to saving the humans from extinction—something
that the great man himself was determined would not be allowed to happen.
he crossed the crowded street, heading toward Grand Park and the Cathedral of
Our Ladies of the Angels. It was where the sweetly scented human went every
night to provide assistance to the homeless.
of a derelict building as she moved about the kitchen, her movements light and
smooth as if floating. Something about her drew him, and he knew that he didn’t
want’ Zagan or, God forbid, Malek anywhere near her. Sariel had never felt
love, not in the same way humans did. He felt compassion and protection, but
never the soul-crushing feeling that humans described.
kind were incapable of love, it was more that he chose to lock that part of him
away. Another component of the triad’s punishment was that they were forbidden
to act on feelings of love. The penalty meant giving up their immortal status
to become human. If they chose to walk away from a relationship, then the
human’s mind would be wiped, and they would not remember a second of what had
been shared. Love and lust was what had placed his brethren and himself into
this mess. By not controlling and watching Eve, she had broken the rules
allowing lust and sexual desire to taint what God had created.
come close to feeling what he felt was a human emotion. Angels were superior
beings and didn’t need love; power was their drug. But now here he was,
entranced by his very own Eve, a direct descendant of the first female human.
heightened sense of need and desire for this woman, this inferior human, whose
help they needed if they had any hope of stopping the demons from obliterating
the race that God loved so much.
Author Interview:
you could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
my Fortis Security Series. She is badass but bakes cookies and wears stiletto
heels while she does both.
is your favorite quotation?
locked in.
or Cats?
do you most value in a friend?
to school, come home grab a cuppa, and then sit and write until around 3pm when
I have to collect the kids. I take weekends off, so I can be mum and wife.
are you working on now?
Book 1 in my new Alliance Agency Series written with India Kells and Book 1 of
my Spin of series Eidolon Black Ops
did you come up with the idea for your book?
people, sometimes even dreams will spark an idea.
us about your other books?
Special Forces. It currently has 7 books released of 10. The first book is
free. My duet is Contemporary and quite angsty but has had so much love from
readers. All books interconnect in some way from series to series.
nightstand?
secrets.
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by
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nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Heaven can Wait
by
@lynda_kaye
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Amy’s life was filled with heartache and loss. She searched for love, acceptance, and found it in a stranger, a drifter like herself. He loved her for her, but left, breaking her heart, but giving her a reason to go on. Amy struggled against the evil that surrounded her to protect her daughter. But lost her battle. Leaving her baby alone. She now fights God, and Michael, The Angel that broke her heart, to return to earth to protect her daughter from Satan himself. Will she be able to return home in time to save her daughter, or will a secret from her past keep her locked in her own private hell behind the gates of heaven?
angelic type?” Amy’s words fell on deaf ears.
would be good of you to remember that.”
probably why she got assigned to him.
believe this is even heaven. Where are all the angels? Where are my parent’s? I
think this is a weigh station for those who got here too early, like me.”
heaven. You are here for a reason and you are not ready to mix with the general
public. You have much to learn yet.”
her mouth to voice that as Jacob slid a white leather-bound book across the
table.
serious. Happiness, peace. Where’s the chapter on fixing mistakes you’ve made?
And I’m not talking about mine.” Her temper began to flair, but his golden
light squashed it before she could let him have it. Not fair. She needed to go
back. Her daughter’s life depended on it and would agree to any terms put
before her. But there’s no chapter on returns either.
pleasant and thankful when my daughter is in danger. Emma won’t be able to resist
their ploy, fight their magic, she’s just a child. ” Amy hated the nightmare
she found herself in. And wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Jenna, the witch
that she was.
Amy Waters wanted to throw anything she could get her hands on, but you can’t
do that here. No temper tantrums or hissy fits. Peter made sure she knew that
the day she arrived.
you have been fighting us for months, and why?” Jacob passed in front of her.
She hated how he made it all look so graceful, peaceful. She just wanted to
pinch his holy head right off.
a place people pray to go. Work their whole life to achieve. But all you want
to do is fight, argue, tell us this was a mistake. You know he doesn’t like
that.” Jacob stood tall before her. His presence calming, like a drug, but not
today. Emma needed her.
were under different circumstances then I would be overjoyed. But I was set up,
put here against my will, It’s not my time, he knows that.”
wanted to scream. Emma always kept her grounded, calm, peaceful, and she saw
the good in everyone, even Jenna. Amy knew when she found Jenna’s book that she
was part of the dwellers. The dark ones Michael warned her of. They called
themselves a church. But their worship wasn’t of anything Amy had ever seen. They
tried to pull her in, but Michael saved her.
knows your situation is of special circumstances, but you’re here, so let’s
make it work.” Jacob drifted towards the door. “Now read, I’ll return when you
are finished.”
her head into her hands as that day replayed in her mind.
fast, and the Ambulances kept coming with victims from the accident. Amy
grabbed the next gurney and took the report from the EMT as they raced to the
trauma bay. The driver, a woman, so young, was fighting for her life. Fear
ravaged her face. She was gasping, trying to talk, pointing to the door. Her
eyes widened and she grabbed Amy’s shirt, begging her to run. Amy shook off the
feeling of dread as the patient stopped breathing. Amy grabbed the Ambu bag,
turned on the oxygen, while the nurses started chest compressions. The paddles
were ripped from the defibrillator and Dr. Jackson yelled clear. Amy jumped
back, hands raised, but she was shoved forward, falling onto the
stretcher. Amy fought, but it was too
late. Dr. Jackson pressed the red button on the paddles and the last thing she
saw was Jenna, by the door, walking out of the room, invisible to everyone but
her. The witch wanted Emma. Now she has her and Amy was helpless from up here.
Author Interview:
been the greatest love of your life?
have 5. 3 natural and 2 I adopted when they were teenagers.
choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
pretty bad ass.
you read the most in your lifetime?
I remember reading, over and over was by Erma Bombeck. The Grass is always
greener over the septic tank. Great classic humor about everyday life and it’s
issues.
favorite journey?
beach. No matter where I go I make sure I visit a sandy shore close by. My
favorite place to go.
greatest regret?
you’ve written is your favorite?
my first.
favorite names?
the nurse talked my parents out of it. Said I cried too loud to be an Angel.
a hobby?
life it’s my escape.
value in a friend?
you most admire in a woman?
About the Author:
Lynda Kaye Frazier spends her days working for a group of Cardiologists doing ultrasounds, then each evening she’s in front of her computer, working on her next story. She grew up in Pennsylvania, but now lives in Arkansas where she enjoys the four seasons without a long, cold winter. She has five children, and four grandchildren She’s an avid reader of anything but horror stories. Other than spending time with her family, her favorite things to do are writing, reading, listening to music,and going to the beach. Surf, sand and a good book-her stress relief.
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Son of Chaos
Lexi C. Foss
@LexiCFoss
where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Son of Chaos
Lexi C. Foss
@LexiCFoss
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A simple mission turns deadly as the Daughter of Death is kidnapped by an old enemy seeking revenge.
A simple mission turns deadly as the Daughter of Death is kidnapped by an old enemy seeking revenge. Now it’s up to me to find her and I will kill anyone who steps in my path.
The Son of Chaos isn’t playing. I’m armed, I’m pissed, and I want my Evangeline back. It’s time for Heaven and Hell to meet the real Archangel inside of me.
Everyone will pay.
Many will die.
Silver will slay.
And a new power will ascend from the Shadows…
but I’m not wearing one.” That seemed to be my constant state these days—bare
feet, jeans, and shirtless. Oddly, I didn’t miss my suits.
love?”
reward you.” It would serve as a dose of foreplay shrouded in a test of her
strength. I refused to push her until I knew she could take it.
her lack of clothes, well, my pants were suddenly feeling a bit tight.
“Worried you might be out of practice?”
your greatest fear?
outside for me, but I really, really, do not like the creepy crawly multi-eyed
little monsters.
could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
#NateIsMine
Cats?
choose.
you most value in a friend?
you do as a hobby?
with my hubby.
do you get your greatest ideas for writing?
kind of research do you do, and how long do you spend researching before
beginning a book?
are founded in reality despite the paranormal elements, so I work very hard to
capture accurate depictions of history and the present. Researching mythology
is probably my favorite. What was life like in 1500 BC? Let’s research!
are you working on now?
series. It’s dark and twisted and I love it.
would your friends say is your best quality?
accurate advice.
there any nuggets of wisdom you can impart to aspiring writers?
craft, genre, marketing, social media avenues, and general publishing
requirements. Read your genre and favorite authors. Network with everyone, make
friends, learn from each other, and be humble.
About the Author:
Lexi C. Foss is a writer lost in the IT world. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their furry children. When not writing, she’s busy crossing items off her travel bucket list. Many of the places she’s visited can be seen in her writing, including the mythical world of Hydria which is based on Hydra in the Greek islands. She’s quirky, consumes way too much coffee, and loves to swim.
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Soul Collectors
LaVerne Thompson
@lavernethompson
where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Soul Collectors
LaVerne Thompson
@lavernethompson
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Betwixt heaven and hell a world exists called earth. Otherwise known as the battlefield for souls.
Angelique is an Angel Soul Collector.
She collects the souls of those who died in fear, anger and pain. She is there to bear witness to the suffering, give comfort and hope and determine if they are worthy of heaven.
Some choose not to go with her and instead thirst for revenge; those refuse to give up their earthly ties and she leaves them to their fates. Some find satisfaction and will be given another chance to cross over, but most doom themselves to wander the earthly realm for an eternity. The ones who surrender to her, to the light, she opens the doorway and escorts them to a better life.
But then there are the others.
Nathanial is a Demon Soul Collector. He collects souls for his master from those who died in fear, anger and pain. Those who thirst for revenge he encourages to remain on earth and cause havoc. Others that have their names already written in his little red book he opens the gateway and shoves them straight into hell. For him it’s a job. He was born of a human father and demon mother and raised in hell to become a collector.
They are enemies. But once they were something else.
his rage burnt bright. He could see a red hue before him. The soldiers
straightened, their mouths opened in shock and their eyes held a hint of fear,
at the appearance of this seemingly young boy. One who radiated fire.
learned he was anything but human. No need to hide what he was any longer. He
placed Angelique on the ground and drew the sword from the sheath he carried
between the obsidian colored wings at his back. No need to hide at all. His
hands glowed bright orange, the pain almost more than he could bear. Blood
seeped from his palms, he used the power in his blood as he used his blade to
channel powers born of hell. Red flame raced down the blade and shot hellfire,
coursing unerringly toward the beating hearts of the men. Spreading the stench
of burning flesh as they fell, leaving nothing but a pile of ash.
Author Interview:
genre to write and why?
ground up and make it real for the reader. A place they could envision as being
real.
inspiration for Soul Collectors?
the demons and the angels who collector souls. Yet they go about it in
different ways and of course the souls end up in different places. It’s easy
when the soul is destined for one or the other, but I wanted to explore those
who are on the fence, who can go either way. The first book in the Soul Collectors
is about the fight between a demonkin and a white wing over such a soul.
or Demons?
and the day of the week.
favorite place to write?
anywhere.
dessert?
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She is a certified chocoholic and is currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain her sanity.
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Shereen Vedam
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where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Warlock from Wales
Shereen Vedam
@ShereenVedam
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You say witch like it’s a bad thing.
When Hugh is yanked out of his warlock apprenticeship and summarily assigned to guard a human female, he is justly incensed.
But when a water demon snatches her from under his nose, he sets off on a desperate race to save her. and prove he is a warlock to be reckoned with.
been traveling through the woods to her friend’s home to deliver some
astonishingly grand news about her brother. A sound drew her gaze toward a strand of willows that drank
from a small pond. There, a stranger in a dark cape watched her, tapping a
riding crop against his Hessians. At the malevolence emanating from him, the
hairs on Mary’s arms stood to attention.
glance, her mood shifted from cheerful to fearful. She swallowed, tasting
dread, and swiftly gauged how fast she must run to reach Rose’s cottage before
this stranger’s long strides reached her. She took one deep breath in readiness
to sprint, when the man appeared at her side, his large hand grasping her upper
arm so hard it pinched.
dropped his riding crop and covered her mouth with his hand, swamping her
senses with a pungent aroma of horse sweat and leather.
how far away he’d been. Yet, he had closed the distance between them as if it
had only been two feet. Heart pounding in terror, she kicked his shin, bit hard
onto a gloved finger and with her free hand, punched his throat as her father
had taught her.
loosened his grip.
ran. Within a half dozen steps her body froze. There was no other way to
describe the bizarre experience. She could not shift one foot, one hand, one
finger. She was a statue in mid-motion.
the stranger said, “such violence is uncalled for. I’ve come a long distance to
find you.”
raised, the left poised on toes as Mary stared straight ahead. Am I still
alive? She couldn’t hear herself breathing. There, a pulse tapped against her
throat like the wings of a frightened caged bird.
She felt abused and defiled, as if something dark and foul had tainted her. Was
this some sort of witchery?
spells and magic. She thought such talk absurd. Even when the midwife once
slyly hinted to seven-year-old Mary that a spell could be responsible for her
mother’s mental sickness, she had questioned that assumption. How could a spell
take away her mother’s memories, her speech, everything that made her who she
was?
superstition, her father had said when she’d asked him about it, can explain
the cause of all illnesses, given time.
his certainty. This pause in time did not feel like an illness. Could this man
be a witch? How did he know her name?
shifted to stand directly in front. He was tall. From her motionless position,
suspended slightly forward, only his voice box was visible.
hadn’t broken it. She must get Marcus to train her to improve her strength. If
she lived to see him again. Her dry eyes ached with unshed tears.
The witch bent to make eye contact. Brown eyes. Determined. Pitiless. His gaze
was eminently human, not red or glowing.
once, Miss Bryght. Your brother is to refuse His Royal Highness’s request. You
will convince him to do so. Do you understand?”
stunned silence. This was about the painting? A witch had spelled her because
the regent commissioned her brother to do a watercolor mural?
resurfaced. This was not a witch. Men who practiced black arts were called
warlocks. Women who practiced such vice were witches. Was this man a warlock
then? Shudders raced up her body until her mind went dizzy. If she could move,
she was certain she would faint. Was this how her mother had felt near the end?
Powerless.
green flashed behind the warlock. It went by so quickly she hadn’t seen it
clearly but Mary received an impression of sharp, almost fang-like teeth, and
horror cooled her skin like a bath of ice.
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greatest fear?
sometimes, when something horrible is happening and I try to scream but no
sound comes out of my throat and I can’t move. Might explain what inspired the
excerpt with the heroine from Warlock from Wales.
greatest regret?
they’ve left undone. In my case, that would be not asking my mother to teach me
to cook some Sri Lankan recipes before she passed away. I wish my younger self
could have been wise enough to have known the value of those lessons.
favorite journey?
years back. I went horseback riding, trekking through dunes and visited a small
village that reminded me of the wild west. It was awesome. I’d gone there to
research one of my novels, A Perfect Curse.
energize or exhaust you?
when you don’t write?
river/lake paddling (my team won gold in 2018 in one of their heats), and
walking (there’s a trail near my home that I love).
nuggets of wisdom you can impart to aspiring writers?
shot, by hand. Amazing how creative that exercise can be.
working on now?
series. They’ll be British Urban Fantasies set in Kent, UK and based on the
adventures of an alleged descended of the Grimm brothers.
we likely to find in YOUR nightstand?
Wicked. I’m looking forward to delving into all the amazing stories in this
incredible collection.
About the Author:
Once upon a time, USA Today bestselling author Shereen Vedam read fantasy and romance novels to entertain herself. Now she writes heartwarming tales braided with threads of magic and love and mystery elements woven in for good measure.
Shereen’s a fan of resourceful women, intriguing men, and happily-ever-after endings. If her stories whisk you away to a different realm for a few hours, then Shereen will have achieved one of her life goals.
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Kim Carmichael
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where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
The Promise
Kim Carmichael
@kimcarmichael4
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A mistake brought a demon to her, a promise bound them together.
Demon Dolan Ciar embodies three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every two years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.
Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond’s life, returning to her on every visit because of a promise he cannot break. Though he is in misery and suffering, as she grows he teaches her how to cope and to always go after what she wants. Now as an adult what Leora wants is wants Dolan, and she won’t be dissuaded.
Returning again to ask for his freedom, he finds a demanding Leora who insists he make her his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness. Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.
The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.
Excerpt:
before she ever saw him. It was always the same, the tingle, the electric
sizzle that indicated his arrival intensified. “I know you’re here.” Leora
fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself and glance over her shoulder.
Instead, she put her hands on her hips and straightened up. The echo of her
designer stilettos tapping on the worn wood floor let out a much deeper and
richer tone than her normal work pumps, but he would notice the difference.
and inhaled. The change in the air was palpable. Damn him to Hell for making
her wait yet another two years. She shook her head. He was already in Hell. She
would have to damn him somewhere else.
here with her was one less minute she would have. She opened her eyes, glancing
at her watch and the window. The sky was black. She returned her hand to her
hip, not able to watch the seconds count down.
here, then why are you looking at the time?” His voice surrounded her as it did
the first time she heard it. As a six-year-old, she would have called his tone
strong. At twelve, it was healing. By the time she was sixteen, she would have
called it sexy. Today, his voice was heated as it coiled around her, squeezing
her, making it hard to breathe.
His voice came closer, his footsteps echoed on the stairs. “How could you doubt
me after all the torture I’ve gone through at your hands?”
word. More like anticipation. But always there was the nagging worry that he
wouldn’t show. She supposed her disbelief was her punishment for having
expectations. “No, you’ve never broken a promise to me. Not that I would allow
it.” Once she gained her composure, was able to slow down her heart just a bit,
she turned.
Her whole body froze, reacting to his presence and allowing herself the time to
take him in, though she knew every one of his features by heart.
she didn’t realize how evil exuded from him. Different than monsters or devils,
his evil was shrouded in dirty blond hair that grazed his shoulders, a face
both masculine and beautiful, and one naughty dimple on the left side of his
smile. No one who saw him would ever suspect who or what they had encountered.
revealed he was something other than human.
pre-teen, she knew enough to realize his body was sinful. His tall frame filled
out his clothes, allowing her to assess every muscle, ridge and bulge. Tonight,
he stayed true to his classic fit and style choices in a pair of black jeans
and a matching button-down shirt. The only addition to his repertoire was her
grandfather’s ring, something he still wore on the fourth finger of his left
hand, as if to mock her.
tossed his sunglasses aside. “Are you ready?”
time, and have nothing to show for it. I suppose I should be the one asking you
that question.” She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him.
The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed. “Am I finally worthy of a
demon or do I end up with another limp dick?” Yes, she went for the jugular, if
he had one.
your eyes?” he hissed.
put a swirl in her stomach. The bulge in his jeans crept down his legs. She
trembled, but at the same time her mouth watered. She moved closer,
step-by-step. “I suppose I get what I want after all.”
touch him, he caught her wrist, holding her hand above her head. “I’m giving
you exactly one chance.”
defiance of him, she lifted her chin.
save you, to save me.” His tone lowered.
she countered. “For better or for worse, I will never allow you to break your
promise to me.”
over his lips. “You said one chance. I’m not taking it.”
spared you.” He pulled her closer. “Never forget that.”
his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. “It’s me, Dolan. Me, or you can be
celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don’t care about your
pain.” She tensed, preparing for his retaliation.
you better than to make demands of a demon.” He pressed his palm to the side of
her face.
her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. “A demon who
comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book.”
“That was a mistake. An oversight.”
heart rate increased, but she stayed her ground, pushing until she got her
desired end.
keeps a promise? Aren’t you supposed to lure unsuspecting woman into your
depraved traps? Why would you keep a promise to a mistake?”
to.” He never took his eyes off her and moved his hand down her cheek to her
neck. “Maybe the biggest mistake I made was not realizing how unsuspecting you
are.” His hand traveled to her chin where he rested his thumb on her lower lip.
“You only want what you want, and you don’t even know what that is.”
reality there is. I have the power.” Fire flashed in his eyes as she
practically quoted him. His finger moved with her lip.
last get what you want. Your reality tonight will be to see what a real demon
can do.” He pressed his thumb down and smeared her lipstick down her chin.
into him. “Promise?”
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your favorite hero of fiction?
your most treasured possession?
(We are talking a non-living possession)
your greatest regret?
ago.
could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
book have you read the most in your lifetime?
your favorite quotation?
Cats?
you most value in a friend?
book that you’ve written is your favorite?
you do as a hobby?
good at it.
do you get your greatest ideas for writing?
long on average does it take you to write a book?
are you working on now?
about.
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Erin Lee
International Bestselling Author
@CrazyLikeMe2015
where the lines blur between saints and sinners.
nightmare, where angels are not always encased in a light of righteousness and
demons are not always dealing in all manner of debauchery. Where you might just
end up rooting for the bad guy…
thrilling temptations, you’ll love this urban fantasy and paranormal romance
collection of twisted proportions in Wings of the Wicked.
Unsuitable Companions
Erin Lee
International Bestselling Author
@CrazyLikeMe2015
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Free will is for both angels and demons too.
Sandra lacked the tools to identify a scorned soul when doctors handed her a perfect rosy bundle. She had no clue that her progeny, called Lilith, was actually a demon set on reclaiming her rightful companion. As years passed, the humble woman did her best to ignore doubts that crawled at her like the insects Lilith’s angelic lover obsessed over. Even then, she wanted to believe she was wrong and that Lilly was merely peculiar. But in the City of Eden, where all things seemed to begin and end, nothing was ever that simple.
In truth, Sandra knew. She couldn’t ignore it when her cunning spawn cut into adult life with a long resume of tools: Manipulation at the top, viciousness at the bottom, lies all over. Ordinary skills were unnecessary. Lilly could always find someone to do her bidding. A woman like Lilith didn’t need a helpful companion. She was nothing to the mortal she’d been created for. Neither was the woman, and Lilith’s nemesis, who’d come after her – Eve.
Adam, an athletic blond-haired graduate student studying the natural habitat of insects, had better things to do than listen to the brass words of a spoiled vixen like Lilly. This, of course, only enticed her. Lilith was willing to do whatever it took to earn her destiny. And, more importantly, this time, keep him in spite of Eve. But Adam had a few tricks of his own. He had learned to be cautious when dealing with temptation. Now, he merely sought a suitable helper. In the City of Eden, where all things are created, everything is possible.
There was only one thing no creator had ever accounted for: The vengeance of a determined temptress and the blurred turns of time to identify exactly who was who.
thick arm with her other hand, she couldn’t resist, “Come on Adam. This is just
too much. Tell me what it is! All this waiting is making me crazy.”
suggestion to bring her glass. He knew she was wondering why they were headed
for the studio as they’d promised no working today and the gallery wasn’t even
open. Mortal man of the flesh or not, Adam wasn’t stupid. He picked up her
glass, balancing it between the Chateau Lafite bottle and servant-made
card in his one free hand.
serious matters simply because he could, and it made her twist her hair at the
ends—you’ll just have to wait until I show you.” They walked in giddy
anticipation to the entrance of the studio before Adam finally stopped. “Here, let’s
fill up our glasses for the coming toast, shall we?” he asked, finally holding
out the bottle and handing Eve her glass.
they continued on toward the painting. Adam could almost feel the heat coming
off Eve’s body and certainly his own. It was time.
open.
time for you to meet yourself―the way I see you,” he left a dramatic pause to
linger before continuing and motioning toward the veiled painting. And then,
“I’ll show you…an angel.”
sipped at the myriad of colors on the thick canvas. She had no words as Adam
watched for her reaction. He could not resist soaking up every nuance of her
reaction: Her pink tongue wetting her lips, the way she moved with exaggerated
steps to get closer to it, how she tilted her head just enough to tell him she
was trying to make sense of it. Her blue eyes were wider than he’d ever seen
them.
fingertip which she placed against her peach, lush lips. Now rooted in a small
“O,” she tilted her head again, before repeating her words. “Oh. My. God.”
changing their destinies forever. He did not know that angels and demons both
have free will…
have fictional heroes. To me, the real heroes are always nonfiction and
probably people not many others know about.
journey was to Australia. I spent a whole summer there while in college
interning at a newspaper. My “beat” was the Sydney Opera House.
honesty.
independent strong attitude that says, “I’ve got this.”
day, I’m a court appointed child advocate and a family therapist. I hear and
see it all.
night when everyone else is asleep. I only sleep about four hours a day.
To make the characters in my head come alive is like creating my own universe.
spend researching before beginning a book?
life as a therapist, but when writing things outside that realm, I research a
lot. I have a Circus Freak Series where I actually took classes in high wire to
research for the book Contortionist.
on the Circus Freak Series and have lots of short stories and an EL George book
called Fix Me based on a true story of a child whose mother deliberating makes
her children ill, Soul Less, book 17 in the Escape from Reality Series, and The
Ghosts Who Raised Me, a paranormal YA book
ability to roll with the punches, get things done, and still enjoy life.
Whether they are good or bad, I learn from them and use the comments to improve
my next project. I love that strangers actually take the time to write reviews.
That is a priceless gift.
aspiring writers?
writers’ groups, get honest editing from people who will tell you the truth,
and learn from your rejection letters. Someday, someone will see the value of
your words because only you can tell that story.
About the Author:
fiction/reality author and therapist chasing a crazy dream one crazy story at a
time. She is the author of Crazy Like Me, a novel published in 2015 by Savant
Books and Publications, LLC, Wave to Papa, 2015, by Limitless Publishing, LLC
and Nine Lives, 2016. She’s also author of When I’m Dead, Greener, Something
Blue, Freak, The Ranch, Once Upon A Reality, Moving On, Dare, Kept, Circus
Freak, Take Me As I Am and 99 Bottles. She also penned Losing Faith, a novella
with Black Rose Writing. She is co-author of Black Rose’s The Morning After.
She is also author of the “Diary of a Serial Killer Series,” Momma, which this
series is based on, and the “Lola, Party of Eight Series” with Zombie Cupcake
Press.
twenty-author, three-year, shared-world series with authors Taylor Henderson
and Sara Schoen. Together, the trio has created the fictional town of Escape,
Colorado, where authors and readers of all genres visit to escape.
Lee is also the founder of Crazy Ink, a small indie publisher specializing in
multi genre works and anthologies because it takes all kinds of crazy.
Lee holds a master’s degree in psychology and works with at-risk families and
as a court appointed special advocate. When she isn’t busy dissecting the human
experience, she enjoys escaping from reality through reading and a myriad of
crazy adventures that will probably one day get her killed. She’s cool with
that.
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