Hello readers and friends. Today I am finishing off my bookish Saturday with a book tour for author Richard R. Brown and his book "Holes in the Somewhere." Dive into a sneak peek and book details for this speculative fiction horror story that will captivate you from beginning to end. Purchase your copy today to find out why Richard is such a great author. Happy reading everyone :).
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Sometimes grief sneaks up on you and hunts you down. Sometimes it walks right up and punches you.
Holes in the Somewhere
by: Richard R. Brown
Genre: Speculative Fiction, Horror Stories
When he hung up, he saw the answer to his problem of Tony’s dead body. He picked Tony up and wrestled him into the wall where the blurred patch was. Pieces seemed to fall off into the wall, but that just made Tony easier to handle. He just had time to change into a clean shirt and slide the gun back under the couch before there came a soft knock on his door.
Jack wiped sweat from his forehead and opened the door. Before him stood the same little girl who held his hand twenty years ago and asked him, “Why, Daddy?” about absolutely everything. Only now she had green eyes when she used to have brown eyes.
“Mommy says you’re my grandpa,” she said to him now. “Why is your door all bubbly and brown, Grandpa?”
Jack looked up and past his granddaughter at Mary, who was smiling anxiously at both of them.
“Hi, Daddy,” was all she said. It was enough.
Jack burst into tears, picked his granddaughter up in his left arm, and trotted down the steps to embrace his daughter with his right arm. They hugged for several moments before a muffled, “Why are you crying, Grandpa?” came from his shoulder.
Jack laughed, and put her down on the ground again. “I’m crying because I’m so happy to meet you!” he said.
“Oh. My name’s Emily, but you can call me Emmy. Why do you live by the train tracks, Grandpa?”
“Actually, Dad, I’m curious, too. This address came up as ‘Condemned.’ How is it that you live here?”
Jack led them inside and told them his story, forcing himself to be honest about his decisions and his reasons. Recent events disappeared from his awareness as the last twenty years enveloped him. He told them about his depression and anger from the divorce, and how losing everything seduced him into giving up everything. He hadn’t wanted to try to replace what he had lost because that would be admitting that he had lost it to begin with. After a few minutes, Emmy wanted to explore, so Jack gave a tour while he talked. It only took a minute.
In the bathroom, Mary shot him an alarmed look when she saw the cracked mirror. “Oh! It was like that when I found this place. I got a new one last month. I just forgot about hanging it up.”
“Let’s do it now, Daddy. I don’t like that crack, for some reason. It creeps me out.”
They hung the new mirror while Jack entertained them with stories from his train-hopping days. Mary leaned the cracked mirror against the wall below the new one, stood up, and proclaimed, “Much better!”
Jack and Mary returned to the main room. Mary told Jack about her short, failed marriage to Emmy’s father, her job at CyberSolutions, and her academic career. “Where is Emmy?” Jack wondered aloud.
“She was fascinated by that old mirror, so I leaned it against the wall so she could look at it.”
Jack felt a moment of unease at this, but had no ready explanation for it, so he let it go. “Are you hungry, kiddo?” he asked Mary. “I’m sure Emmy probably is. Want to go to lunch?”
“Sure, but I’m pay-“Mary was interrupted by a tremendous whipcrack coming from the bathroom.
The gun!, Jack thought, and leapt to his feet as Mary called out, “Emmy? Emmy!” They both ran into the bathroom, only to find it empty. There was nothing to hide behind, but Mary made a close search of every corner, anyway, all the while calling her daughter’s name, “Emmy! Emmeeee!”
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Holes In The Somewhere is a collection of short works, anchored by a personal memoir of the author's own experience with grief and loss after the passing of his father from cancer, by speculative fiction author Richard R. Brown.
A single mother encounters insanity in the worst possible person; an estranged parent loses his reunited family to a mysterious bathroom wall; a group of strangers come together to fight a fungal pandemic; college students prepare for the extinction of the Sun... these are a few of the challenges faced by the desperate characters in Holes In The Somewhere. The choices they make, the dilemmas they wrestle with, all have very supernatural consequences, but are felt with very human emotions.
These stories will tug at strings your heart thought were too well-hidden for anyone to know about, and cause the mind to probe the gray areas between wrong and right. Between normal and paranormal. Behind what's real and only to the side of what's unreal. A perfect mix of quick, unsettling reads, and longer, heart-wrenching escapes.
What readers are saying:
"The debut is speculative fiction in form: weird, unsettling, occasionally cosmic. But it reads less like a genre exercise than like grief that has been given permission to take unusual shapes." - Justine Castellon, Author/Reviewer
"I guarantee there is a 'gotcha' story in there for just about anybody, and if you don't find at least one that bothers you just as you're about to fall asleep, you're made of sterner stuff than I am." - Kenneth Crist, editor-in-chief, Black Petals Magazine
“These stories are weird and creepy and heart-wrenching in all the best ways. If you enjoy fiction that makes you question everything and wrecks you emotionally, this is for you!” – Valerie S., 5 star Amazon Review
Richard R. Brown is a legally-blind author of speculative fiction, horror, and thrillers. He writes from experience, having lived through paranormal events, alien attacks, and cosmic horrors -- at least, in his mind and in the books he listens to. He and his Guide Dog live in the Pacific Northwest. Richard is between Guide Dogs at the moment as Edison retired last summer. Edison was at Richard's side through every story in his book. Richard has no such guidance for his current novel, but will likely have one for editing help.
Hello readers and friends. I am closing out today with a new release tour for author Delilah Belvedere with her vampire romance novel "The Half Kasst." Check out the sneak peek she provided for you below and find out all the details why you should purchase your copy today. Happy reading everyone :).
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An ancient bloodline. A forgotten war. A woman destined to awaken both.
The Half Kasst
by: Delilah Belvedere
Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance, Urban Fantasy
Kate adds, “She is right, Sarai. You must feed. If Half Kassts are anything like vampires, you don’t want to experience what starvation is like. My father…”
She pauses, looks around the room, then continues.
“My father punishes vampires who don’t follow his rules by locking them up, and he does not provide them any blood. It’s terrible. They wither away for years; their screams get weaker in just weeks, and after a few months, you don’t even hear them anymore.”
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After a charged encounter ignites something ancient in her blood, Sarai Davis becomes entangled in a world of hidden magic where pleasure and danger are inseparable.
A shocking prophecy shatters her reality: Sarai is a Half Kasst, descended from an erased bloodline and born to stand against a secret network of aristocratic vampires.
Now hunted, Sarai must reclaim a legacy meant to be wiped from history, and embrace her power before the forces hunting her finish what they began millennia ago. But power always demands payment.
Delilah Belvedere is a Kenyan-born, Washington, D.C.–based author and keynote speaker whose stories weave together mythology, sensuality, and power. Her writing blends African-inspired mythology with nontraditional vampires, witches, immersive worldbuilding, and unapologetically sensual storytelling, exploring themes of identity, legacy, and self-discovery through bold, unforgettable characters. Drawn to the spaces where ancestral magic, forbidden desire, and hidden histories collide, Delilah creates worlds where passion is transformative, power is inherited, and destiny is written in blood. Through every story, she champions authenticity, body positivity, curiosity, and the courage to embrace one’s truest self. When she’s not writing, Delilah is exploring new cuisines, hosting backyard BBQs, or binge-watching her next favorite series.
Hello readers and friends. Today I am starting things over with a New Release Tour for author Lisa Towles and her book "The Weight of Cold Things." Check out the sneak peek she provided below and additional details to help you decide to purchase this psychological thriller today. Happy reading everyone :).
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A missing persons search quickly turns into a multiple homicide investigation for a Wyoming Deputy Sheriff.
The Weight of Cold Things
by: Lisa Towles
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Arctic Noir
Prologue
Winter, 1974 - Prudhoe Bay, Northwest Alaska
They gutted an iceberg with two sticks of dynamite, forty years ago when the shabby construction camps rose on the iconic Dalton Highway. Oil was struck in Prudhoe Bay in 1968, setting off an irreversible string of events: an ecological nightmare, an eight-billion-dollar pipeline transporting crude oil 800 miles south from the North Slope to Valdez, and passage for seventy thousand oil workers to the most menacing outpost on earth: Deadhorse.
A stolen scrap of bread. Chronic insomnia. Drug abuse. One worker snapped, nicking dynamite from the munitions depot, flailing his arms, all the while forgetting how fast the detonating cord burns to the quick. The shock wave bulleted shards of ice in every direction, thrusting the assailant twelve feet in the air in a whirl of fire and black smoke. He became the first prize, the Number One. His victim, the second man, escaped.
It took two days for the particles to clear the air, finally revealing an exquisite, dome-like crevasse in the ice the depth of five residential garages — one after the other in a long, hollow train. Except this garage had no yard outside because nothing grew in this place but resentment. No gas grill on a redwood deck, no family huddled in the adjacent house. Only the unrelenting cold and ice: on the floor, walls, ceiling. He loved it that way, the Caretaker, the exclusivity of his access and the singularity of his dark secret.
That spring, the suited men came in droves sporting fine clothing and city shoes to explain the gravity of their problem, which later evolved into their pitch. Well, their problem had just solved itself, hadn’t it? No one knew about this place and nobody but him would ever find it. Some secrets were just not for sale.
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Wyoming Deputy Sheriff Gree Gooding has one mission: find her missing boss. The trail leads four thousand miles north—to Deadhorse, Alaska, an oil-drilling outpost clinging to the edge of the Arctic Circle. A place where daylight is rationed, where the cold can kill in minutes, and where her husband AJ, a petroleum geologist, vanished six months ago.
The clues don't just point to her boss's disappearance. They reach back into Gree's own past— to the Wyoming ranch she left behind, to the family secrets buried in its soil, and to the grief frozen like permafrost inside her.
When the investigation cinches around a decades-long cover-up — a black ops program called Arc Dominion — Gree realizes someone's been waiting for her. Someone knew she'd follow the thread. This was never about a missing sheriff. It's about the conspiracy AJ died trying to expose — and whether she can finish what he started.
The cold doesn't forgive.
It doesn't forget.
And it's about to give up its dead.
For fans of Yellowstone and The X-Files — where neo-Western grit meets a decades-long government conspiracy buried beneath the Arctic ice.
Lisa Towles believes stories hold the world together - and the best ones expose what we hide even from ourselves. She builds that belief into her main characters - Mari Ellwyn, Angus Mariner, Kurt Farin - each one drowning in dark secrets, running from unthinkable truths. The award-winning author of 14 mystery thrillers, her books pull readers into worlds of global espionage, fringe technology, and shadow governments. Her titles include Terror Bay (NYC Big Book Award), Codex (BookFest First Place), The Ridders (American Fiction Award), and her E&A Series thrillers Hot House and Salt Island both reached Amazon Kindle #1 Bestseller. Her next thriller, The Weight of Cold Things - described as Yellowstone meets The X-Files - publishes in August 2026. When she's not writing, she interviews authors on her Story Impact Podcast and coaches writers on how to be visible and memorable to readers. Follow her to get notified of new releases.
Happy Tuesday dearest friends, family and lurkers trying to figure out if they'd like to follow me or not! =)
I wanted to first give you a brief update about the novel I have planned for Halloween release. Originally, I was planning on my traditional shorter novels so that it would be a quick, fun read. But now? NOW I have found myself 24 chapters in while I turned into a slightly altered direction that spooks me enough that I have been having creepy dreams every night, and I know I have several more chapters to go until I get to the ending that I have planned out. I must confess, I slightly changed the originally intended ending to something that I hope can sit with readers for a long, long while after they've completed the story. I am super excited to share it with you....y'all do not know.
NOW! On with some fun lore building for my series of The Fae Chronicles! <3 Enjoy!
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The Royal Archives
Fifth Edition
The Old Laws
"Magic may change. Kings may fall. Kingdoms may rise and disappear. But the old laws remember."
—Inscription found beneath the eastern foundation of the Royal Castle
There are laws in the Underworld that are written in books.
There are laws written upon stone.
And then there are the laws that require no writing at all.
These are known simply as the Old Laws.
No one knows exactly when they were created.
Some scholars believe they predate the first Fae king.
Others insist they were given to the Fae by the ancient powers that shaped the Underworld itself.
Whatever their origin, the Old Laws have survived every king, every war, and every change in the realms.
They are not suggestions.
They are not traditions.
They are promises.
The First Law: A Promise Has Weight
Among the Fae, words are not considered meaningless simply because they are spoken.
A promise carries power.
To willingly give one's word is to bind oneself to it.
Breaking such a promise can have consequences far beyond embarrassment or punishment.
For this reason, Fae are notoriously careful with their language.
A clever Fae may tell you exactly what you want to hear.
They may even tell you the truth.
But that does not necessarily mean they have told you everything.
Visitors to the Underworld are therefore encouraged to listen carefully.
Especially when someone says:
"I promise."
The Second Law: Names Are Sacred
A true name is not merely a name.
It is a piece of the person who carries it.
For this reason, Fae rarely surrender their true names to strangers.
Nicknames, titles, family names, and chosen names may be shared freely.
A true name is another matter entirely.
To know someone's true name is to possess knowledge that should never be taken lightly.
The Archives contain several accounts of unfortunate travelers who learned this lesson after ignoring the advice of their hosts.
Their names have been removed from this document.
The Archivist who recorded the incidents was apparently fond of dramatic pauses.
The Third Law: Hospitality Is Sacred
There is perhaps no Old Law more widely observed than the Law of Hospitality.
When a Fae offers shelter beneath their roof and a guest accepts, certain protections are extended to both parties.
The guest is expected to behave honorably.
The host is expected to provide protection.
Breaking this bond is considered one of the greatest offenses in Fae society.
It is also one of the quickest ways to become the subject of a very unpleasant story.
There are exceptions, naturally.
There are always exceptions.
The Fae have never been fond of rules that leave no room for loopholes.
The Fourth Law: Never Take What Is Freely Offered
This law is often misunderstood by humans.
After all, if someone offers you a gift, why would you refuse it?
Because in the Underworld, a gift may carry meaning beyond the object itself.
A flower.
A piece of jewelry.
A cup of wine.
A promise.
A favor.
An invitation.
The Fae understand that giving and receiving can create bonds that are difficult to break.
Wise travelers therefore ask one simple question before accepting anything:
"Why?"
And if the answer is:
"Because I want you to have it."
Perhaps ask again.
The Fifth Law: Magic Has a Price
This is the law most often ignored by those who have never wielded magic themselves.
Magic is not infinite.
It is not without consequences.
And it cannot solve every problem.
Every spell takes something.
Sometimes the price is insignificant.
Sometimes it is painful.
And sometimes the price is not understood until long after the magic has been used.
The greatest mages in Fae history have always understood this.
The foolish ones usually learn it once.
A Final Note From the Archives
The Old Laws are not intended to frighten visitors.
They exist because the Fae have learned, over thousands of years, that certain boundaries exist for a reason.
Unfortunately, visitors learn about those boundaries only after crossing them.
Should you ever find yourself within the Underworld, remember these simple words:
Mind your promises.
Guard your name.
Respect your host.
Question every gift.
And never...
ever...
assume that magic is free.
Until next time,
May the King's Tree light your path,
The Royal Archives
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Hello readers and friends. Today I am featuring one more book tour for you all to check out. This book belongs to Doc Blalock and is titled "Justice, Or Something Like It." Dive into a sneak peek below and find out all the book details provided by the author. Find out how to purchase your copy of book 2 and book 1 today. Happy reading everyone :).
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A private eye with a badge, a bottle, and a little bit of magic…
Justice, Or Something Like It
The Jake Bishop Files Book 2
by: Doc Blalock
Genre: Noir Paranormal Sleuth Suspense
“Secrets. Everyone has them. Some folks keep them for good and noble reasons, others, not so much. All kinds of secrets. Personal, professional, valuable, harmful or embarrassing. People will go to extremes to keep them safe. Some folks have been willing to die for them. Some will kill to protect them. I’m Jake Bishop, private investigator. Secrets are my job.”
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In Solomon City, everybody keeps secrets. Secrets are Jake Bishop’s job.
When a harmless old drunk is caught standing over a corpse, murder weapon in hand, the case looks open and shut—but he won’t say why he pulled the trigger. Just that it had to be done.
Bishop knows better. Digging deeper, he uncovers a blackmail scheme, a shadow war in the Irish underworld, and a threat aimed at the one person his old friend has left to lose—forcing Bishop to bend the law, and his own conscience, to see something like justice done.
Jake Bishop is back on the streets of Solomon City, ten months after a mob bombing destroyed his office and murdered his partner and secretary. But Bishop isn’t just any private detective—he’s a “ditch wizard” able to step through shadow and bend reality to his will.
When the beautiful and mysterious Portia Vance answers his ad for a new secretary, Bishop thinks his luck might finally be changing. Together, they begin hunting Vito Morelli, the mob boss who ordered the hit that nearly ended Bishop’s life.
Their investigation leads them through the city’s darkest corners—from strip clubs to shadow banking operations, from corrupt cops to magical wards. But in a world where bullets and spells are equally deadly, and where everyone has secrets worth killing for, Bishop discovers that the line between hunter and hunted is thinner than he thought.
Some cases require a gun. Others need magic. This one demands both.
In the shadows of Solomon City, justice comes with a price—and revenge wears a beautiful face.
A gritty noir fantasy that proves sometimes the most dangerous magic is the human heart.
Christopher “Doc” Blalock is a US Navy veteran Corpsman and retired counselor. He is a prolific fine artist, illustrator, musician, sculptor and writer, cursed with the itch to create. He draws inspiration from sources ranging from JRR Tolkien to Tom Clancy. He additionally draws from his love of classic black-and-white noir films, infusing their moody aesthetic and storytelling into his writing. A helpless coffee addict, he lives in the Atlanta suburbs with his childhood sweetheart and a dog of dubious moral character.
Hello readers and friends. I am featuring a new release tour for author Venus Campbell today for her book that released on August 11th of this year. Her book is titled "Requite of the Fates." Dive into a sneak peek below of this interracial time travel romance mixed with sci-fi adventure themes. Don't miss out on this exciting read, grab your copy today and happy reading everyone :).
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Controlled by aliens, Nathaniel Wayne can’t resist his attraction to Marlene Broadie.
Requite of the Fates
by: Venus Campbell
Genre: Interracial Time Travel Romance, SciFi Adventure
Nate had never known true agony. He was lucky. She wanted to hold it against him, his “everything will turn out all right” point of view, but she needed a bit of that. She looked up from her hands in her lap and met his gaze. Yes, a bit of fantasy in her life would do her good.
Smiling, she quipped, “You promised food.”
“Did I? Well, I think Stacy should be out in a minute with dinner. I usually get a pot pie. Chicken is one of her specialties.”
Marly nodded. Her stomach growled as she adjusted her bottom in the seat. “I could eat anything at this point.”
“You were rude, Mr. Wayne,” a woman’s voice interrupted from behind her. “And I just wanted you to know that it reflects badly on you to be sleeping with a woman like her.”
Marly turned to stare up at the tall blond who had accosted them in the front hall earlier. It took Marly a minute to absorb what she’d heard, then her face heated.
She didn’t think. She just stood, fury boiling to the surface. She took one step in the woman’s direction and would have let out a nasty response if Nate’s hand on her shoulder hadn’t restrained her. Staring at him, she opened her mouth to speak, but he wasn’t looking at her. He angled in front of her and squeezed her arm reassuringly in one controlled movement, then advanced on the blond with angry intent.
Nate’s voice rang out powerfully in the dining room’s sudden silence. “You better get smart. A mouth like that will get you permanently barred from a career in Hollywood. You’ll certainly never work on a film with me. And just so you know, I wouldn’t sleep with you to save the great white race. Let’s go, Marly.”
He curved around the woman, making sure no part of him touched her, and headed out of the dining room with Marly right behind him. At the double-door hall entrance, a stalwart Stacy sent Nate a questioning look. He stopped, his nostrils flaring, and bit out his words.
“I believe that woman is having difficulty finding her way out.”
Stacy nodded. “I’ll make sure she gets there.” She handed him a key. “I’ll have your dinner brought up.”
Nodding a quick thanks, his expression impenetrable, Nate turned and pulled Marly up dark-carpeted stairs. They made their way silently down a wide hall, the maroon-colored wallpaper casting a forbidding slant to their mutual silence. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. He seemed angry with her, yet he’d defended her. Maybe he regretted his outburst, but she didn’t. Now she understood why every sane person wanted to be with or be Nathaniel Wayne.
They stopped at a door and Nate slipped the key into the lock, turned it with a click, and pushed, then retreated to let Marly enter first. She marched into the room, and after he’d followed and turned to address her, she slammed the door shut and grabbed his sweat coat, her mouth crashing against his as she pulled him down desperately.
He held back a second before grabbing her ass. Yes. Perfect hands.
Then his chest, arms, and nether regions pressed against her, his hard body inching her backward until she was against the wall and he adjusted his grasp on her buttocks. He held her against his erection.
His tongue caressed the inside of her mouth. She tasted mint on his breath. Tilting his head, he raised one hand to frame her face, the callouses on his fingers brushing sensuously on her cheeks. He pulled in her breath, lapping at her tongue, then slanted away to suckle her lips as his blue irises bored into her eyes. A question twinkled there and Marly nodded. This time, yes.
She couldn’t think as she watched him. Her eyes closed in shuddering bliss as his lips touched her neck and he ran his hands down her body again to pull her against him. Want was all she could think. She ached with want.
Then he was pulling away and the contrasting cool to his warmth returned thoughts to her head. Should they be doing this? She stared at him as he stepped back, breathing hard.
His hands, shaking, reached out to straighten her rumpled shirt, then held her face a moment. “I’ve been in enough movies to know that making love to you right now would ruin any chance I have at persuading you into a relationship with me.” He took another deep breath as if to steady himself. “May I draw you a bath?” His question was so innocent, so concerned. Marly’s heart thumped.
He didn’t wait for her to answer. Taking her hand, he walked her to the bathroom and flicked on the light switch. Lavender. Marly’s eyes lit in the violet-and-white-tiled room as the scent of lavender floated into her nostrils. Bath and hand towels in a matching white-and-violet scheme lay folded on the white marble countertop. A white ceramic clawfoot bathtub dominated the room; its classic silver knobs caught Marly’s glance. A pair of complementing knobs shone from the sink. Stacy must have paid for the best interior decorator money could buy.
Nate left her to bend by the tub and turn on the water. After a minute of fiddling, he seemed to have the temperature where he wanted it. Marly was drawn to the water’s relaxing tinkle. Fatigue pushed forth again, as her tense muscles unwound from her earlier confrontation with Nate’s less-than-adoring public and, well, her life. She had to fight to keep her eyelids open as the steam from the tub wrapped itself around her.
Nate appeared before her and lowered her slicker off her shoulders. Then he pulled her shirt gently up and off her body and reached around to unhook her bra. No flicker of desire lit his gaze. Only concern. Her shirt and coat flung across the crook of his elbow, he smiled and rubbed her arms then bent to help her pull off her jeans.
Marly blinked to combat her fatigue. With her clothes in hand, he walked to the door and looked back. She could barely discern his words.
“I’ll be right outside, okay?”
Nodding, she let her gaze slide to the hot bath before her. The door clicked shut. Pulling off her bra and underwear, Marly climbed into the warm water and sank until she was covered up to her neck. The lapping of the water at her chin drew her lids lower until she couldn’t resist sleep anymore. Nathaniel Wayne, desire and concern in his eyes, was the last image in her head. Her last thought: she was falling in love with him.
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Perfect for fans of The Song of Achilles and A Touch of Darkness, this interracial time-travel romance is a Greek mythology retelling of the Theseus and the Minotaur that follows war photojournalist, Marly Broadie, surviving on grit and grief as she encounters Emissary Nate Wayne, under the control of aliens.
Set in near future New York city, and Los Angelos and 1500's BCE Crete, Nate's body, as Emissary for Earth, can be piloted by the Entity, aliens threatening humanity. Any resistance initiates humanity's annihilation. Marly's photography of the Emissary will ensure her mother's life-saving treatment. Instead, Marly provokes the Entity's interest and Nate's. Alien time-travel tech flings them back to ancient Minoan Crete. Stuck in the past, their desire for each other grows. Every reclaimed memory brings them closer to returning to the present and the Entity who can possess Nate's body. However, the future without them means human extinction. They will escape the past as their love is required to ensure humanity's future.
From award winning author, Venus Campbell, Requite of the Fates is a multicultural mytho-sci time-travel romance for readers ready to adventure into the mythical past.
Venus Campbell is the Principal of the Book of Venus publishing and the Winner of the Kroger Award for Excellence in Creative Writing. She has finaled in various writing contests such as the Central Ohio Ignite the Flame and the New England Chapter- RWA First Kiss. Campbell is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and the Authors Guild. Campbell has written professionally since 2006 and has completed five single title manuscripts. To Desire the Stars is her second publication. Campbell focuses on interweaving paranormal elements into romance stories, creating unique worlds which challenge people’s perceptions of self and preconceived notions of human love and relationships.