"The Unseelie Heir's Claim," by: Elisa Rae — New Release Tour & Giveaway!

Hello readers and friends. It's Saturday and I am starting things off with a series tour featuring the 3rd book in the series new release. Dive into the details for Elisa Rae's series "Courts in Conflict" and find out how to purchase the 1st through the 3rd book today. You can even check out an excerpt for the newly released 3rd book. Hopefully if you haven't started this series you snag it up and binge read it this weekend. Happy reading everyone :).

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A human servant who sees too much.
A lord cursed in a pitch-black maze.
A throne in crisis with a missing heir.
Welcome to the Courts in Conflict. 

The Unseelie Heir's Claim

Courts in Conflict Book 3

by: Elisa Rae

Genre: Light Fantasy Romance, Romantasy

Kent

The young woman started scrubbing the surface of the table without a word, almost as though nothing had happened between her and Misha. 

“How did you know I was here to speak to the tavern keeper?” I asked.

She froze and hunched her shoulders.

“I didn’t mention it until a moment ago.”

“I guessed.” She resumed cleaning.

“You must be a very good guesser.”

Some of the tension in her narrow shoulders eased, probably because she thought I had accepted her explanation. 

Opening my magical senses, I detected a slight sensation of power around her. It felt soft and nebulous. She probably had traces of fae mixed blood a few generations old. Such wasn’t uncommon. There were quite a few humans of mixed blood among the humans living right outside the fae realm. 

Premonitions were common, which were really just unrealized magical awarenesses passed down through the generations, were common. Hereditary magic could manifest in an affinity for animals, plants, or trees. I once encountered a man who could tell with perfect accuracy where to dig for a reliable well, which was clearly a latent naiad magic that had survived many generations of pure human matches.

“People call me Kent.” 

She made a final swipe at the tabletop before straightening and leveling a contemplative stare at my face. “Rue.”

“The plant or the feeling?” I asked.

Her eyebrows rose, which I interpreted as surprise. “The plant.”

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The Unseelie throne is in crisis, and the whole Wild Wood is in an uproar as the hunt is on for the missing heir. Kent is aware of the news, and even the humans just beyond the borders of fae land have heard rumors. He didn’t think it had anything to do with him. But then he comes home to a Dullahan in his mother’s kitchen claiming Kent is the lost heir.

Rue doesn’t belong. Left on the doorstep of the foundling home as a baby, she only knows she has some fae blood. Now an adult, she hides her differences from the humans beneath a quiet demeanor. But that doesn’t stop her from seeing magical things, like a glowing crown on the head of her new friend.

The Unseelie Heir’s Claim is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between an Unseelie and a fae of mixed blood. It features a reluctant lost heir, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a servant, all played out against a backdrop of the peril, politics, and uncertainty of the Unseelie Court in crisis.

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The Fae King's Labyrinth

Courts in Conflict Book 2

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Someone stole Azulin’s true name. Cursed to ride with the Wild Hunt during each full moon, he is helpless against the Unseelie king’s will. Over the years, the curse’s grip has strengthened, making Azulin’s magic difficult to control. Fighting the curse has exhausted his spirit to the point that he despairs of breaking its hold on him. Then one full moon, the curse places him in a labyrinth, not a hunt. Perhaps this is his chance, or maybe just a new form of torture.

Calypso is a shapeshifter who can’t change form. Living as an unpaid caregiver and laborer in her sister’s household, her presence is barely tolerated in their insular community. When a strange fae threatens her pregnant sister, Calypso sacrifices herself. Perhaps an honorable death would give her life purpose. Instead, she ended up fighting for her life in a pitch-black labyrinth.

The Fae King’s Labyrinth is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between a Seelie fae and a mortal woman. It features fae, found family, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a commoner, played out in a perilous maze and an equally dangerous fae court.

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The Unseelie's Wallflower

Courts in Conflict Book 1

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Greyson hides many things from the Unseelie Court when they invade his estate each autumn for the Wild Hunt. During his required appearance as host, he is surprised to find a human among the glittering fae. She can see him even when he is using his stealth magic, which means only one thing—they are soul mates. Can he protect her amidst the swirl of fae politics and a plot against her life?

Lyra has grown up among the fae. She has been trained to be the perfect servant. Then her master brings her to the Unseelie Court event of the year and demands she demonstrate her skills to nobles. With the promise of freedom as a motivator, she willingly agrees. Then she realizes her master’s true plan thanks to the intimidating fae lord hosting the event. Though why he would be invested in her fate is a mystery.

The Unseelie’s Wallflower is a light, fantasy romance novella about a relationship between an Unseelie and a human woman. It features faes, fated mates, and a romance between a noble and a servant, all played out against a backdrop of the peril, politics, and maneuverings of the Unseelie Court.

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A reader of fairytales and folklore, Elisa Rae loves a happy ending. Noblebright characters, dastardly villains, and chemistry between characters delight her. When she isn’t writing, she loves to watch superhero movies and literary dramas.

Elisa Rae is the pen name of Rachel Rossano.

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November 2nd

"The Gyre," by Stacy Carlson — Book Tour & Giveaway!

Hello readers and friends. Today I am featuring a book tour for Stacy Carlson and her book "The Gyre." If you love dark arctic survival novels mixed with fantasy realism then this is the perfect book for you. Check out the sneak peek provided by the author below and find out how to make this book your's today. Happy reading everyone :).

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An atmospheric journey into the far northern wilds, THE GYRE spins one man’s search for meaning into an astonishing saga where adventure, folklore, and the Arctic converge.

The Gyre

by: Stacy Carlson

Genre: Literary Fiction, Dark Arctic Survival, Slavic Magical Realism

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***Winner of the Electric Book Award***

An atmospheric journey into the far northern wilds, THE GYRE spins one man’s search for meaning into an astonishing saga where adventure, folklore, and the Arctic converge.

Arkady Afanasyev is a nineteenth-century Russian monk who aims to be the northernmost holy man in the world when he hitches a ride to Spitsbergen, a remote island considered by most to be a no man’s land. As he struggles across the tundra, he’s haunted by regret, a long-lost family, and a chorus of Orthodox saints and Slavic pagan tricksters including hearth spirits, sea demons, and the Twelve Sisters of Scurvy. Amid their uncanny influence and the great, turning, harsh natural world, Arkady is brutally and deeply transformed.

Content Warning: language (mild), loss of faith, alcohol consumption (mild), cannibalism (mild), violence, gore, starvation, animal death, animal attacks, death, amputation, complications in childbirth, kidnapping (mild).

What readers are saying about the book:

“Stacy Carlson has written an enthralling story of flawed, fragile humanity and the uncanny redemptive power of nature at its most brutal. The Gyre is a journey through a stark, glittering wilderness, an unforgettable landscape both terrible and holy in equal measure.”

—Lynn Coady, Giller Prize-winning author of Hellgoing

“Mythic journeys, fairy tales of ice and snow, sailors’ vodka-addled and lusty dreams, a monk’s poetic yearnings—The Gyre has it all! As we follow Arkady Afanasyev on his journey into the farthest reaches of the Arctic in search of his teacher and himself, we encounter story upon story strung together, like pearls, showing us how we are connected to the water, the ice, the ground, the light, and each other. The Gyre pulls you in and in and into its profoundly beautiful spiral of a story.”

—Kathryn Nuernberger, author of Held: Essays in Belonging

“This is an absolutely astonishing saga, packed at every turn with innumerable tangential sagas of survival, magic, incomprehensible courage and persistence, and—always—the great, turning, harsh natural world. It zooms the reader to a long ago and far away universe of struggle, quest, agony, and enchantment. Fearlessly imagined and capably written, Stacy Carlson has created a particular, complex, and searingly unforgettable mythology.”

—Joan Frank, author of Juniper Street: A Novel

“A gripping novel—both a rip-roaring yarn and a deep inquiry into what makes us human. Like a Caspar David Friedrich painting, Carlson’s The Gyre places the human against the immense backdrop of an unforgiving landscape—here, the high-Arctic archipelago of Svalbard—with dazzling results.”

—Colin Dickey, author of Ghostland: An American History in Haunted Places and Afterlives of the Saints

In the morning, Arkady tucks his flint, steel, and tinderbox into the pocket of his coat, which now he wears continuously, fully buttoned, day and night. He packs up the rest of his camp and ponders the mossy indentation that represents his earthly form. 

Truly, it is better to fast than to starve. What else can we humans do but exert our puny will and, by the contours of our effort, see the framework upon which the universe is draped? What else can we do? My earthly husk is hungry, though my spirit still feeds.

The clouds have retreated to the sky’s upper reaches, and an elongated sunrise stretches a pale arm across the horizon. This triggers a strange glow over the tundra plain: a variegated chorus of green and stone.

Arkady moves on. He crosses a subtle point of land that ebbs into a narrow beach. Here, the stones reveal the outflow of a stream, whose course has eroded a rift in the mountain. Far above, Arkady hears but cannot see a waterfall. He drinks from the stream.

Foxes follow ice bears. That is their way. Foxes can hunt on their own, of course, but here on Spitsbergen mostly they follow bears out onto the ice. Arkady cannot say that foxes have faith, though his grandfather might have said so. But foxes operate on the promise of left-behind blood and entrails. Foxes follow ice bears. But this one follows Arkady.

As he drinks he watches the fox pick a delicate way across the wet ground.

“The animals live by rules unknown to us. Mysterious rules, little one. Rules we could learn from. If you are going to be wise about things, which I know you shall, you will keep your mind open to the very different rules of the four- and two-legged creatures of the earth. Do you hear?” His grandfather’s voice is so close.

Arkady walks for some time, then turns on his heel and kneels with one arm outstretched. He extends one quarter of one dried fish (a full eighth of his last remaining food) southward and waits. The fox edges up, sniffs the savory tidbit, bares his fangs, and plucks the torn fish from where Arkady has set it on the stones. The animal growls and retreats with the morsel.

From behind a driftwood log, the girl-saint Vasilissa frowns, confused by the human’s kindness. Each night when the fox comes to her to sleep with its tail curled luxuriously at her neck, she feels its ribs poking a little closer to the surface of its body. All night she hugs the animal tightly and watches flat, gray clouds drift overhead. With the animal close to her, she is part of this immense place; she creeps, hides, and persists just like the delicate purple saxifrage blossoms she saw when she first arrived on the island. With the animal near her, she is stronger. By loving it, she is somehow more able to consider helping the human, although for now, she does not.

The tundra plain extends its wide palm along the coast, and Arkady trudges in a daze of hunger through the afternoon. His prayers only skim the surface of things, and he can’t shake the feeling that his grandfather is walking just behind his right shoulder. Instead of a comfort, though, the presence unhinges Arkady’s composure so that, for two hours, he can’t keep from looking over his shoulder every few minutes.

Once, when he turns, the fox is following closely behind him, and, using some of his small store of willpower, Arkady tears off a second chunk of dried fish. This time the fox takes it directly from his hand. Walking on, Arkady sucks his fingers for the salty residue. Then, he unwraps his prayer rope from around his wrist and slips it into his pocket.

The third time he offers the fox a piece of fish, Arkady trembles with hunger. Vasilissa watches from the slope just above them. The fox will not go completely hungry today, and she is glad. She decides she will flag down the next patron saint. The human deserves a kindness in return for this one. Below her, by the curve of a stream, the fox plucks the last of the fish from Arkady’s outstretched left hand, and, quick as he can, Arkady grabs the animal by the throat with his other, gloved hand and holds on. He’s decided he can bear the animal’s claws but probably not its teeth.

Arkady will never forget the way the fox fought for its life. It drew both its hind legs close to its body and thrust them at Arkady again and again, faster than he thought possible, with its claws outstretched. It used these powerful tools to shred the wool in one section of Arkady’s coat and to gash the skin of his right hand and wrist, and once even his face, as he fought to secure those legs. The fox writhed and used its front claws as shield and sword both, but a man’s arms are longer than a fox’s reach, and when a creature is gripped by the throat, it is difficult to persevere. After he secures the hind legs, Arkady shuffles on his knees to the bank of the stream and plunges the fox into the icy water. Unfortunately for the fox, the water is just deep enough, and Arkady’s hunger just strong enough, for the man to succeed.

Vasilissa watches Arkady struggling with the fox and gradually understands she is watching a battle to the death. Her sight periscopes back and upward until she is a cloud observing a tiny diorama far below. But when the human finally raises the fox’s limp and dripping form, the whole scene collapses in on itself, and she goes blind with rage. Then, inevitably, the pain unto death blooms into something else: She is no longer a little girl. She is a figment, a force, and a bright, small terror adrift in time. This knowledge fills her mind and heart, and her rage fades as suddenly as it arose, and she is back in a stark northern land, kneeling on a cushion of intricate moss filaments, clenching her fists.

Vasilissa rises and turns from the human world, because she can. She glides over the ground. She continues up the scree slope, away from Arkady and his pathetic travails.  Vasilissa will be folded into the mysteries of Spitsbergen, comforted by the crags, and nourished by endless plains of ice and stone. In some future form, she will emerge from this sanctuary, but for now, she disappears.

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STACY CARLSON is a novelist, naturalist, and educator. Publishers Weekly called her debut novel, Among the Wonderful, “Intelligent, engrossing, and utterly unique.” Stacy’s essays and fiction have appeared in Tin House, Post Road, Inkwell, and elsewhere, and she has received fellowships and residencies from the Mesa Refuge, The Arctic Circle, Djerassi Resident Artists Program, and Signal Fire. Her background includes work as a historical ecologist, fish cannery worker, hot springs caretaker, and hiking guide in Big Sur. She grew up between mountains and sea in the Pacific Northwest and has lived in New England, New York, Northern California, and the Upper Midwest.

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October 26th

Inside My Upcoming Book "Closer," by: Joli G. Campbell

Hello to all my lovely followers! Happy spooky season!

To those of you who know me, know that my family and I LOVE Halloween. Because of that, I thought it would be a lot of fun to release a little horror novel, and I enjoyed writing it so much that I've decided to make it a yearly habit.

Of course, I'm still going through the process of editing, and I've found myself rewriting entire chapters that I wasn't satisfied with. AND I managed to write a significant amount more than I had originally intended.

So, in anticipation for my next release, I hope all of you enjoy today's blog post. <3 In it, I'm including the cover art for the book, as well. I'd love to hear  everyone's opinions! As per usual, it was created by my super talented husband, Elliott T. Campbell

Now...onto this week's blog!

Some Things Never Leave Us: A Little About Closer

There are different kinds of fear.

There's the kind that makes you jump when something crashes in the next room. The kind that makes you check the locks twice before bed. The kind that has you sprinting up the stairs after switching off the basement light, because apparently, we're all still eight years old when the lights go out.

And then there's the other kind.

The quiet kind.

The kind that settles into your bones when something feels wrong, but you can't explain why. The kind that makes you stare at a dark corner a little longer than you should. The kind that convinces you that you heard something, even when the house is perfectly still.

That's the kind of fear I've been exploring in my upcoming horror novel, Closer.

What If the Thing You're Afraid Of Knows You?

I've always been fascinated by the relationship between fear and grief. How the things we lose can change us. How guilt can follow us into the quietest moments. How desperately we sometimes cling to something simply because the alternative hurts too much to bear.

And what happens when something else notices?

Closer began with a simple question: What if the thing haunting you understood exactly where you were weakest?

Not because it was loud. Not because it was violent. But because it knew how to wait.

A sound in the silence.

A familiar voice where no one should be.

A presence you can't quite see, lingering just beyond the edge of your vision.

And a ticking sound that makes you wonder whether time is running out—or whether it already has.

Some horrors don't need to chase you. They only need to make you believe there's still something worth reaching for.

The Monsters We Carry

One of the things I love most about writing horror is that the supernatural can give shape to very human fears.

Fear of losing someone. Fear of being alone. Fear that the things we've done—or the things we've failed to do—can never be undone.

I don't believe a story needs buckets of blood to be frightening. Sometimes, the most devastating thing you can do to a character is give them hope when they have every reason to be afraid of it.

And sometimes, the scariest question isn't What's in the darkness?

It's What if it isn't what you think it is?

With Closer, I wanted to build a story where the dread grows alongside the emotional connection. Where the characters feel like real people, with ordinary lives, complicated relationships, bad days, and the occasional ridiculous conversation that makes you forget, for just a moment, that something terrible might be waiting around the corner.

Because that's how life works, isn't it? Even on the worst days, someone still has to go to work. Someone still has to make dinner. Someone will inevitably say something so absurd that you laugh when you probably shouldn't.

And then the house goes quiet again.

A Little Darkness for Halloween

Halloween has always held a special place in my heart. There's something wonderful about the way the season invites us to explore the strange, the unsettling, and the things that go bump in the night.

But I hope Closer offers readers something that lingers beyond the Halloween decorations.

I want you to feel the sadness beneath the fear. To care about the people caught in the darkness. To wonder what you would do if you were faced with the same impossible choices.

And maybe, after you've finished reading, I want you to find yourself lying in bed one night, listening to the quiet.

Maybe you'll hear the clock ticking.

Maybe you'll glance at the corner of your room.

And maybe you'll remember this little blog post.

You're welcome ?

Because some stories frighten us while we're reading them.

Others wait until we've put the book down.

And some things, once they find their way into our lives, are very difficult to leave behind.

Closer is one of those stories.

Until next time, keep your lights on if you need to. I'm certainly not judging.

— Joli G. Campbell

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~ Joli

New Release: "Lunar Seductions Anthology," — Featured Author Celia Breslin

 Hello readers and friends. It's been awhile since I posted. Things have been busy on my end and I hope you can forgive me. The process of getting a book edited and ready by Halloween is complicated. Which leads to falling behind on things. But I am happy to bring you a new release blitz tour for the authors of the "Lunar Seductions" anthology. These authors created a paranormal and fantasy romance collection that will blow your socks off. Check it out below along with the featured author, Celia Breslin. Find out how to purchase your copy of this limited-edition anthology for 99 cents below. Hope you have a wonderful weekend and spooky time this month. Happy reading everyone :).

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When the moon rises, desire follows.

Diamond Moon Rising

by: Celia Breslin

(included in Lunar Seductions anthology)

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Her wolf wants him. Her human side wants out.

After her last shift nearly kills her, human-wolf hybrid Darci has had enough—it’s time to stop shifting once and for all. Armed with a cryptic note from her dead shifter dad, she sets out in search of his mythical hometown in the wilds of Rogue Valley, Oregon, hoping Dad is right, and the shifters there might help.

As a dominant beta and pack protector, Ross is never taken by surprise…until a half-wolf half-human pixie with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep. It’s rare for strangers to venture into their world—rarer still for a fated mate to literally fall into your arms. But she did, and he recognizes her immediately as his one and only.

Darci isn’t sure about the whole mate business. She just wants a normal human life, free from shifting. Ross won’t give up on her wolf and tries to help her accept her true nature and their mate bond. But the Full Moon is three days away, threatening Darci with a potentially deadly shift, and certain pack members would rather kill a human than help one. Darci might not survive long enough to trust Ross with her heart.

Diamond Moon Rising by Celia Breslin

A thump from outside on his deck, heavier than the staccato taps of the hail, halted him in his foyer. More offbeat thuds sounded near the front door. 

Company in this weather?

No one would venture up his private road uninvited…

He stalked to his door and released a bit of power in warning. If they were a shifter, they would likely take the hint. And if they didn’t… Well, he was a dominant wolf, a Beta, and one of the alpha’s enforcers.

They don’t stand a chance.

The feedback froze his fingers on the doorknob.

Female.

He inhaled. Damn, she smells good.

Human. Wolf.

Wait…both?

The copper tang of blood hit his nose. She’s injured.

He flung open the door and caught his visitor off guard, one small, white fist raised to knock. The woman startled then fell forward. Ross caught her in his arms then pulled her inside, kicking the door shut with one booted foot.

The petite female sagged against him, a shivering bundle of sopping wet woman. Underneath the dampness, her scent drop-kicked his gut.

Fresh and sweet, like apples dipped in cinnamon and honey.

His body perked up, taking extreme notice. A growl of possession threatened to tear out of his throat, and an ancient, primal energy stirred to life inside him, accelerating his pulse.

Holy hell, she’s my potential mate.

The scent of her blood spurred him into action. He lowered her gently to the floor. “Are you okay?”

His instincts urged him to check her for wounds everywhere, but he was a stranger and didn’t want to spook her. But goddamn, he wanted to touch her. Peel off her wet clothes. To see all of her and warm her with his body.

With a jacket covering her torso, baggy jeans hiding her legs, and a ball cap pulled low over her face, all he could see so far was her quivering pale chin, full red lips, and delicate, trembling fingers peeking out from her coat sleeves.

“S-s-sorry, d-dripping all ov-v-ver your f-f-floor,” she said, her teeth chattering.

Her snow-white fingers curled into fists, her arms trembling with the effort to keep herself upright. Blood droplets dotted the floor plank near her hip.

To hell with propriety. “You’re injured. Let me help you.” He pulled up her cap and damn near swallowed his tongue.

Big green eyes blinked up at him from a face so pale it made him think of moonlight. Drenched, short black hair lay plastered to her head, the ends framing features reminiscent of the fairies his sister loved to draw.

Ethereal beauty. Want her to be my beauty.

She flinched and batted his hand away. “Stop,” she rasped before listing to her side, her body trembling.

With the cold or fear?

He desperately didn’t want her to be afraid. “Sorry. Please, let me help you. I’m Ross. You’re safe here. I promise.”

Lunar Seductions

A Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance Stories

Including Stories By:

Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author

Charmaine Louise Shelton

Nadine D. Price

Danika LaRue

Kiera Rose

Peyton Lawson

Celia Breslin

Ravyn Wilde

Ryan L Reeve 

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When the moon rises, desire follows.

Some lovers are chosen.

Some are destined.

And some are the kind you should run from, but where would be the fun in that?

Lunar Seductions brings together nine steamy tales of supernatural desire, dangerous attraction, and romance that refuses to play by mortal rules.

Lose yourself among shifters, monsters, psychics, goddesses, and other creatures of the night. Meet lovers bound by fate, trapped by circumstance, divided by old grudges, or drawn together despite every reason to stay apart.

There are secrets to uncover, enemies to tempt, boundaries to cross, and more than a few teeth and claws waiting in the dark.

Give in to temptation.

The moon won't tell.

Including stories by:

Stephanie Morris - USA Today bestselling author

Charmaine Louise Shelton

Nadine D. Price

Danika LaRue

Kiera Rose

Peyton Lawson

Celia Breslin

Ravyn Wilde

Ryan L Reeve 

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Celia Breslin lives in San Francisco, California, USA, with her family, including three feisty felines who like to stalk across her keyboard while she’s hard at work crafting urban fantasy, sci-fi and paranormal romances. When not glued to her laptop, Celia likes to work out, read books (of course!), hang with her family, and binge-watch sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and movies. Matcha lattes keep her fueled for All The Life Stuff!

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