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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

"Xonarye Series," by: S.H.S. —Series Tour & Giveaway!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring S.H.S.'s three books that make up the "Xonarye Series." Dive into the three sneak peeks, book details, and more below and find out why you should start this series today. Happy reading everyone. :)

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Xonarye rise again

Xonarye: Australia
Xonarye Book 1
by: S.H.S.
Genre: Travel Adventure, Mystery

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As Leaf’s eyes adjusted to the dust floating in the sunlight coming through the window, he noticed something lying on a piece of timber from where the wall broke away. It was a rectangular, beaten -up, rusty -looking metal box that had seen better days.

As he picked it up, he could hear something slide about in the box. He thought it odd that a box was hidden in a bathroom, of all places. Leaf attempted to pry it open with his hands; however, the locks were rusted shut. Clearly, the moisture from being in the bathroom over the years had had an effect on the box.

Leaf grabbed his trusty hammer and chisel, and started whacking into the hinges in an attempt to gain access to the contents of the box. After a few minutes of laying into it and sweating some more, he finally succeeded. What Leaf found inside was a rectangular object wrapped in black hessian. Carefully and very delicately, he unwrapped it.


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One hidden book. A forgotten country. Three mates on a journey that could change everything.

Nineteen-year-old Leaf Brodie is just an ordinary apprentice from Naracoorte, a small country town tucked between Adelaide and Melbourne. He lives a simple life apprentice builder, beers with mates by night until a routine renovation job uncovers something that doesn’t belong: a sealed, leather-bound book hidden inside an old farmhouse wall.

The book tells of a place that doesn’t exist on any map. A country called Xonarye, once nestled between Yemen and Somalia, rich in a rare, indestructible mineral called Xzed. Long ago, the people of Xonarye vanished beneath the ocean to escape war and greed—but not before scattering twenty-six mysterious keys across the globe. Now, generations later, the legacy of that hidden world has landed in Leaf’s hands.

Driven by curiosity and loyalty, Leaf enlists his two closest mates Spence, a level-headed farmer, and Summo, a flashy car salesman with a sharp tongue to help him decipher the book’s secrets. Together, they uncover a forgotten legal contract, a hidden vault in Adelaide, and a belt buckle that can’t be melted, burned, or broken no matter what they throw at it. And then comes the final clue: a name, a country, and a warning.

Reblick, a shadowy global organisation, is also searching for the truth and they’re watching.

As the line between myth and reality begins to blur, Leaf is forced to make a choice: walk away and return to his normal life, or follow the trail to Cuba and beyond… risking everything to uncover the truth of Xonarye’s fate.

Xonarye rise again.

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Xonarye: Cuba
Xonarye Book 2

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I need you to get into that crate, ” she said, pointing to the middle of them. Leaf looked at her then looked back at the crates; it appeared as if there was just enough room for maybe two people to fit inside them at a squeeze.  

He turned back to Selina and shook his head defiantly, indicating that he was not getting into what felt to him like a coffin.  

Suddenly, Selina grabbed him and twisted his arm behind his back in what seemed like the blink of an eye. She leaned right up to his ear, and whispered, “ You need to hurry up and get into the crate before anyone sees us. I will be right next to you inside there.”  

Leaf took another deep breath, feeling extremely anxious about the idea, and Selina released his arm and gave him a little nudge forward.  

Leaf slowly slid over one of the edges of the crate and carefully laid down inside. Selina then did the same until they were both now lying in the crate, shoulder to shoulder, staring straight up into the afternoon sky.  

Leaf was lying there in a state of anxiety, wondering what was going to happen next, when suddenly the lid was being placed on the crate. He instinctively put both his hand up to protect himself, but before he could stop the lid, Selina put her arm across his body.  

Then, just as the wooden lid was about to be sealed, the friendly face of Vicente, the ship’s captain, appeared, and he said, “ You two all good?”  

Selina gave him a quick wink back, and he slowly closed the lid, leaving nothing but little rays of sunshine squeezing through the cracks.  

There was basically no room to move at all inside the crate, and Leaf couldn’t help thinking that this must be what it feels like to be in a coffin.


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The trail of Xonarye leads to Havana. But nothing about this journey is simple

Leaf Brodie thought his life changed forever back in Naracoorte when he discovered the mysterious book sealed behind a wall. Now, he and Selina are in Cuba, chasing the next clue in a worldwide puzzle that dates back centuries. A transparent cloth has revealed a hidden map, and it points straight to Havana.

But nothing stays easy for long. Reblick the secretive organisation that once silenced Xonarye is still in pursuit. Leaf and Selina must decipher local legends, evade dangerous followers, and track down a man who knows more than he lets on. Meanwhile, Summo makes his way to Panama City, following instructions tied to a hidden safe house, while Spence travels by air and ferry from Havana to the island of Tobago, meeting a one-legged stranger with a mysterious past.

Scattered across three countries, the friends are tested like never before.

From bustling city streets to forgotten safe houses, the legacy of Xonarye continues to unfold—one fragment at a time. But with danger closing in, and Reblick growing bolder, it’s no longer just about solving a mystery. It’s about staying alive long enough to piece it all together.

In a world full of deception, their bond of friendship is the only truth they can trust.

The journey continues. The stakes are higher. The legend grows.

Xonarye rise again.

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Xonarye: Japan
Xonarye Book 3

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When  the dojo finally  came  into view,  Leaf’s  sense  of calm and safety was suddenly shattered. 
 
The main  gate hung  open,  crooked  on its hinges.  Shards  of splintered  wood  lay scattered  across  the stone  pathway.  A few windows had been  shattered,  with broken  glass  spread  all around him. 

The  paper screens  of the main  hall were torn and flapping  loosely  in the breeze.  It looked  like a storm  had blown  through  but there  had been  no storm.  

Leaf’s  heart  pounded  in his chest.  He quickened  his pace,  stepping over the debris,  eyes scanning  every  corner.  The courtyard  was a mess,  the practice  weapons  strewn  about,  some  cracked  in half. The tatami  mats were shredded,  spilling  straw  across the floor like scattered  autumn  leaves.

“Selina?” he called  out, his voice  sharp  against  the silence. 
 
“Yuji? Kenji?”  

Nothing  but the breeze whistling  through  some  rocks  around  the dojo.
  
The rooms  were upturned.  Mats  tossed  aside,  scrolls  unravelled,  some  torn.  Kenji’s  study, usually  immaculate, was in chaos.  Books  were thrown  from  their shelves,  papers  were scattered,  and ink was spilled  like blood  across  the floor.  Kenji's  prized  calligraphy  scrolls  hung  lopsided,  some  sliced  through  as if by a blade.  The room  smelled  of old ink and cold air, carrying  a whisper  of ash as if something  had been  burned.  

Leaf’s  mind  raced.  Who  would  do this? Why?  

He moved  quickly  through  each room,  heart  hammering.  No one. No sign of life. He reached  the small  back garden  where  the snow  had settled  undisturbed. 
 
Suddenly,  footsteps  crunched  behind  him. Leaf spun,  fists clenched. 
 
Selina  stepped  out from  the shadows,  her eyes sharp,  surveying  the damage.  

“What  happened?”  she asked,  voice  low and controlled.  

Leaf shook  his head,  the words  tangled  in his throat. 


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A dangerous betrayal. The journey of Xonarye leads to the edge of trust and the heart of Japan.

Leaf Brodie’s path has already taken him across oceans, through hidden vaults, and into the shadows of a global conspiracy. Now, with Selina by his side, he arrives in Japan following a transparent cloth that revealed the next clue in the legacy of Xonarye. The trail leads them to the Tanaka Dojo, but instead of answers, they find silence. Master Kenji Tanaka is gone.

Guided by a new thread, Leaf and Selina travel west to Izumo, a city of ancient tradition and quiet mystery. There, they meet the elusive Master Kenji a wise Aikido master who speaks in riddles and tests Leaf’s strength in more ways than one. Earning his trust means staying hidden, training in secret, and learning to control not only his body, but his purpose. Six months pass in the mountains, and while Leaf grows stronger and understanding himself.

Unbeknownst to him, another student Yuji Morita. Younger, faster, and full of questions, Yuji becomes both a training partner and a shadow. But he’s not who he seems. As Leaf trains to protect the truth of Xonarye, Yuji’s true allegiance to Reblick threatens to undo it all.

Meanwhile, the pieces set in motion in Cuba. Spence and Summo remain out of contact. The clock is ticking.

From sacred dojos to coastal shrines, from quiet reflection to explosive action, Xonarye: Japan is a journey of honour, resilience, and trust. As the legend of Xonarye draws more eyes from the dark, Leaf must face the hardest question yet:

Who can he trust when the enemy is already beside him?

Xonarye rise again.

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S.H.S.


Scott Shepherd is an emerging Australian author with a passion for adventure, storytelling, and the lure of lost lands. Hailing from Naracoorte, South Australia, Scott self-published his first novel in 2020, introducing readers to the daring world of Xonarye. Since then, he has written three books in the Xonarye series, bringing his vivid imagination to life through tales set in exotic locations steeped in mystery and culture.

In 2025, Scott re-released a refined edition of his debut novel, Xonarye: Australia, followed by the second instalment, Xonarye: Cuba, with the third book, Xonarye: Japan, set for release later the same year.

A part-time novelist, full-time family man, and self-described “regular guy,” Scott continues to write from his hometown, where he balances storytelling with hiking, fatherhood, and shared adventures with his partner. Whether at his desk or exploring the outdoors, Scott is always chasing the next great journey—on the page or beyond.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2025

"The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder," by: Stephen Cox —On Sale for 99¢!

 Hi everyone. Today I am featuring "The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder," by; Stephen Cox. He has his book on sale for a limited time for 99¢. Dive into a sneak peek below and purchase your copy today for the discounted price. Happy reading :).

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To solve a baffling murder – search both sides of the grave…



The Crooked Medium's Guide to Murder
by: Stephen Cox
Genre: Spooky Paranormal Victorian Murder Mystery


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London 1881. Can two crooked women stop a murder?

Extravagant medium Mrs Ashton and her lover, blunt working-class Mrs Bradshaw, run a spiritualist scam. Mrs Ashton secretly reads minds.

Believing that Mrs Ashton is genuine, grieving Lady Violet craves the truth behind her mother’s untimely death. But Lady Violet’s powerful husband Sir Charles hates spiritualists. Has he killed before?

Uncovering this MP’s wicked crimes will put all three women in terrible danger… 

To solve a shocking murder, look on both sides of the grave.

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"An astonishing feat of twisting plots and perceptions"

“It's deliciously twisty, with women who won't be told, a young bride in peril, and the delicate art of a con.” 

“A book I've been looking for all my life. Queer found family all wrapped up in a supernatural murder mystery. Absolute perfection.” 

“a brilliant, gripping story. .. if you're looking for a great new book to read, I encourage you to check it out.” 

"...an actually intriguing mystery.” 

“with a new murder thrown in and a couple of pre-existing ones uncovered, we get an astonishing story of redemption with well-plotted but never signposted twists and turns thrown in at every stage.” 

“…a murder mystery with a supernatural spin. … the premise and plot were great. The story is very atmospheric with a very nasty aristocrat villain. ..an entertaining read..."



Chapter 1. The Mysterious Coachman

The church hall of St Martin the Ragged, Scamperdour Street, Thameswake, London
A Sunday afternoon in March, 188- 

We would be failing in our duty to our readers if we did not report that the notorious spirit-monger Mrs Ashton has returned to London. Whether in a slum church in the docks, or in the parlours of the prosperous, this sham is up to her old games. We do not deny that some who profess Spiritualism are wholly sincere, nor could we ever criticise those who seek solace for their deepest grief. What we can say is that Honoria Ashton carries with her a malodorous history – of midnight flits and unpaid bills, of greasepaint and mummery, of disappointment and dishonesty. Does this music-hall trickster truly raise the dead? We say only that if you invite her to dinner, count your spoons.

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A church hall of dark wood and brass, gaslight struggling to cheer it. Mrs Ashton jabbed the smoking coals of the stove with the poker, coughing, trying to goad it to warmth. Soon her poor flock would come to hear the voices of the dead and as their shepherd, she ought to prepare. 

Damn that editor – that jackal, Philistine, scourge. Damn the trouble he would make for her. Damn his innuendo and lies. When had she last stolen a spoon?

Oh, the mayor of Calais’s silver ladle. That didn’t count, that was retribution not theft.

Twenty-five minutes to the hour, a drab London sky through high windows. 

‘Tha bacon’s shoddy stuff,’ Mrs Bradshaw said. A foot taller than her hinny, and scowling, Braddie set the table with plates of sandwiches under rough cloth, simple fare for the people of the docks. ‘If you don’t pay a man, don’t expect his best.’

Rain drummed on the roof and Braddie’s foul mood filled the room like a storm off a northern hill. 

They had quarrelled at breakfast, when Braddie had hunted and found the hidden bills: a delightful new Japanese table, and a tasteful landscape Mrs Ashton had picked up for a song. Braddie spun a nightmare prophesy of bailiffs and moneylenders and Queer Street. The Scottish creditors finding her. Mrs Ashton believed that if you ignored the accounts, they lost their power over you. Something usually turned up. 

She was six months returned to London and still her weekday respectable meeting – her income – struggled to grow. These Sunday meetings were for common folk. Men and women, dockers and sailors and workers in factories and laundries, some without honest work at all – she gave them hope. So many struggled even to cling to their own rung of the Great Ladder of Society. 

Braddie winced; her back must be bad. Two vast teapots waited for the kettle. 

Oh, dear one. Dear Braddie, stern disapproval the natural set of her well-worn face. Once, Braddie had taken her walking in her birthlands – the North Country– and Mrs Ashton had seen on that bleak moor a lone crag of grey rock, standing fiercely alone. Just like Braddie, true, solid, and uncompromising. She even dressed like a moor side, in dour greens and browns and greys.

Braddie was her right hand, the floor beneath her feet, the glowing stove in her home, the only one to whom all her secrets were open. Eight years her ‘dear heart’.

Mrs Ashton walked over, looked to check they were alone, and craned up to kiss her – as a lonely lass greets her returning sailor, or the sailor the lass.

A flicker of a shy, warm smile and ‘Well, Honeybee,’ Braddie said. ‘Tha tea won’t mash itsel’.’

Mrs Ashton checked herself in a hand mirror. Dressing well was part of the magic. She flouted convention here by wearing no hat, no gloves. Artifice hid the march of time, the grey hairs and wrinkles. Her dress was the latest style. She did not mourn the passing of the crinoline, although the tight front and the extravagant skirting and bustle behind was almost as impractical. 

A thump at the door. Mrs Ashton called, ‘Come, come, all are welcome.’

Anyone might come to hear Mrs Ashton bring the voices of the dead. The grieving, the curious, the spectacle-seekers. Mockers, roughs, a swell slumming it or a journalist. Some objected to her message, some that a woman dared to preach anything. But Mrs Ashton had lived on her wits for a long time and, in any case, men of sturdy build and fierce expression drank nearby, at her expense and alert to her metal whistle. Braddie had strong arms, a mighty stick with a metal core, and the courage to use them. 

A tall stranger in a dripping cap and cloak entered. The fastenings gleamed with silver, an embroidery she could not make out. A coachman, perhaps, from a wealthy house or an extravagant one. Servants of the wealthy were always warmly welcome at her gatherings for what they knew: the words they could drop and the doors they could open. 

‘Welcome, friend,’ she said, and he touched his cap. 

‘Mrs Ashton? I have a message from her ladyship, ma’am, and I am to wait for your answer.’ A country burr, and silver whiskers.

How exciting. A Lady!

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Stephan Cox


Stephen Cox is a writer living in London. He’d read every Holmes, Christie, and Sayers before he was 21 and did Holmes fanfic in school. He has also read the Moonstone six times. With a science degree he has always been a fan of history and the imagination.

The Crooked Medium’s Guide to Murder contains the strong characterisation, women protagonists, authentic period setting, and wide roaming imagination of his other works. 

He says ‘It’s a rip-roaring twisty story, with relationships under stress and surprising readers at every turn.”

His first two novels, Our Child of the Stars and Our Child of Two Worlds were called “heartfelt, imaginative and gripping”, with wide praise in the national press.

Stephen says ‘I wanted female rogues as my leads – people who lead a crooked life, who need to keep secrets, yet can be kind and generous too. This is a rigorous detective story with a client in trouble and old crimes to be solved. It has everything – a brutal man, a Lady in danger, and the past and present feeding the action. Can these outsiders possibly win? Queer women certainly existed and made lives together in Victorian England, as those with eyes to see can see,’

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