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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

A Sneak Peek to Remember!

Hello friends!

Today I've decided to share a scene from Chapter Seven of the Fae Chronicles; Battle for the Underworld, which can be found in the Beyond the Realms anthology, which is only available for a limited time. (So you should pick up your copy soon! Hint Hint!”

To set this up, Cian has been captured by the Death Fae, who want to offer him a place of importance on their side of the war. While Fae cannot lie, the Death Fae like to dance around the truth, so that they aren't technically lying, and then deliver their version of the truth in a way that manipulates the receiver.

Enjoy!

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“Long ago, way before you were born. All the realms were finally at peace after hundreds of years of violence and distruction amongst us. King Niall had arranged mutually beneficial trade routes across every border, and hand chosen the Lords and Ladies of every realm based on the leadership they each showed in battle as they protected their people. As those Lords and Ladies grew too old, or perhaps even died, their children took over as their successors. The new generations had other ideas, while perhaps noble, were ill-advised. They wanted to open the realms to the humans. And as you have seen with your own eyes, humans are the most destructive creatures. Most are cruel and unkind, they litter their world with trash and violence, but some chose to interact with them. At first, it was fine. But we could see the writing on the wall. Soon, as rumors of the Underworld spread among them, they came looking for us. This led to the deaths and capture of many fae. We helped seek to free the captured fae who had been kept chained up and locked away by the humans, then we avenged them.”, Almu paused, and Cian caught a glimpse of pain across her face, helping him understand her point of view much better than before.

“What happened? Why did the kingdom’s stop working together?”, he asked, wanting to know more.

“Lets just say, the King did not approve of our methods.”, she said with a chuckle

“Your methods? What does that mean?”, he asked

“Why, surely you’ve heard? You seemed so scared when you and your friends crossed our path before, I would have assumed that you knew of our specialty?”, the old woman grinned wickedly through her razor sharp teeth.

This unnerved Cian greatly, and he felt the sudden urge to run, but his entire body felt like lead, forcing him to remain in place.

“Don’t bother trying to move, yet, dear. The affects will wear off soon enough. You have nothing to fear from me. It’s never been my intention to harm you. Lord Kai would have my guts for garters if I did!”

“He would?”, Cian sat confused, “Why?”

“Cian, you’re going to be a very important cog in our machine. You are going to help us restore order to our world.”, Almu studied his confused face, before deciding to move forward, “Cian, you will be the Lord Kai’s right hand, and you will be greatly rewarded. He wants you to help him rule the realms.”

“I have no interest in ruling, Almu.”, Cian answered, “And I still don’t understand what role I would have in all of this. There is nothing you can give me, the only thing I want is to be with my family, but they aren’t here anymore.”

“Oh, but I can give you that. That specialty you asked about? That is it. I can bring them back.”, she smiled. “Cian, I’m a necromancer. That is why King Niall disaproved of our methods. Death Fae can bring back the dead. During the war, we took the strongest fighters and most brilliant minds from the wars, fae creatures and human, alike, and turned them into something greater. This is how the Death Fae came to be. This is how we raised armies to fight for the king, this is how we helped him win, and when the war was over, the King had no more use for us, he banned us to the cold regions, ended our trade agreements and forced a wedge between Lord Kai and his true love, by implementing draconic laws against him, against us. All for the sake of protecting humans. The very same humans that sent your parents to an early grave, sent by the very same kingdom that refused to protect and save them. We could have saved them, they would have died, but we could have brought them back. Your father has been gone too long, bringing him back now, he’d be a mindless drone and not worth more than cannon fodder for the upcoming battle, but your mother? We can still save her. We can bring her back to you, Cian.”

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Friday, July 18, 2025

"108," by: Dheepa R. Maturi —On Sale for 99¢!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring the book titled "108." This book is an Eco-Thriller by: Dheepa R. Maturi. She has the book on sale for a limited time for 99¢. Check out the sneak peek and book details below and purchase your copy today for the sale price. Happy reading :).

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Can one woman stop a chemical magnate from destroying life on Earth?


108
by: Dheepa R. Maturi
Genre: Eco-Thriller

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September 2040—San Francisco, California

The scent of jasmine caught Bayla Jeevan off guard.

She never allowed herself to think about the land where she’d grown up, but here she was, daydreaming of axlewood groves and haldina plants and, yes, jasmine. And of a woman, unfamiliar and yet . . .

Stop it, she scolded herself.

Her eyes scanned the room. The interns sat working at their desks while the rest of the staff exited the Environment Wire news agency. Most were heading to La Cantina next door before going home.

“Weren’t you here just a few nights ago?” Braden Turner had stepped out of his glassed-in office and was looking at her with concern—or was it amusement?

She winced. “Someone needed to switch. It’s okay—really.”

“Well, keep an eye on the board.” He tipped his head to indicate the electronic monitor mounted nearby. Originally installed to track fire activity in Northern California, it now showed an office-evacuation prompt at least once a week.

The overhead purifiers kicked into high gear as they labored to scrub the day’s accumulation of toxins from the office air. Bayla jerked her thumb toward the EtherScreens and spoke loudly: “I’d better . . .”

Braden answered through the din. “Yep, go ahead. See you in the morning.”

She nodded and turned away, making a show of adjusting the EtherScreen projections but watching from the corner of her eye as Braden walked toward the door.

For the next eight hours, she’d be working alone.

Bayla scanned the screens. Taking in twenty-four rotating screens of environmental data at once required sharp concentration, but she was used to it. A few times per month, midlevel researchers like her monitored overnight information and siphoned it to the appropriate interns. They, in turn, pushed their findings up the writing and editorial chain.

Bayla’s hands flowed through the air in front of her. The EtherScreen technology allowed her to manipulate the displays and information by gesture alone, with no physical touch required.

On one screen to her left, the Global Monitoring Lab released the latest spikes in atmospheric carbon dioxide over the Arctic Circle. That was Ethan’s area. She swept the data to him for examination.

She grimaced at eyewitness photos of New Yorkers skirmishing around bread trucks, attacking hapless drivers. Rani could handle that—sweep. Immediately, an e-zine headline popped up on the same screen: “NYC mayor’s office plants evidence of food crisis.” Sighing, she pushed it to the trash folder.

On her right appeared the Census Bureau count of persons displaced from the South Florida coastline. Usually that information would go to Kwame, but Tara was already analyzing similar numbers along the entire East Coast. Sweep.

The same display rotated to satellite images of the latest lethal heat wave moving across South Asia. She flinched a little, then swept the information to Min-Lee.

Minutes, then hours, slipped by as Bayla continued to review and sweep, review and sweep. When she began to yawn, she stood to stretch and ward off her sleepiness.

There it was again—a whiff of jasmine.

Stop it, she admonished herself, shaking her head in an effort to push away the daydream. What had triggered it again?

“Bayla!” Her eyes widened, and she sat down hard. She dug her fingernails into her forearm.

That voice.

Craning her neck, she looked around. At the far end of the floor, the interns sat bent over their desks. One was snoring, his head buried in his arms. The only other sounds were the hum of EtherScreen projections and the whir of air purifiers.

“Bayla, we need you!”

Yes—it was her father’s voice.

She hadn’t heard it in fifteen years.


BLURB:

Can one woman stop a chemical magnate from destroying life on Earth?

While working the night shift at a San Francisco news agency, Bayla Jeevan has a shocking out-of-body experience. Her consciousness is transported deep into an Indian forest, where she witnesses a noxious liquid spreading through the soil. At the same time, she receives a message from her father, presumed dead for fifteen years, warning her of imminent danger. Coincidence? Unlikely.

Halfway around the world, agrochemical corporation ZedChem-led by billionaire Krakun Zed-tests its latest innovation, a product heralded as the solution to topsoil erosion. But the data reveals something else entirely.

As Bayla sets out looking for answers, she learns more about her past-and her family's connections to a secret organization with ancient roots and to Zed himself. Will Bayla be able to stop the corporation from ruining global agriculture and devastating human existence forever?

In this action-packed eco-thriller, the bonds of family-and the power to save Earth-are put to the test.

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Dheepa R. Maturi


Dheepa R. Maturi is a New York–born, Midwest-raised Indian-American writer who explores the intersection of identity, culture, and ecology, especially through hope in the face of ecological grief. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize, and her essays and poetry have appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies. She lives with her family in the Indianapolis area.

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