✦ ✦ COPPER VEINS by Jennifer Allis Provost ✦ ✦
Series: Copper Legacy #3
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Publisher: Spence City, an imprint of Spencer Hill Press
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✦ SYNOPSIS ✦
Sara’s pretty sure her life is perfect.
Not only are she and Micah finally married, her father, who’d been missing since the Magic Wars, has been found. Actually, he just strode up to the manor’s front door, but whatever. Sara knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
But Baudoin Corbeau isn’t content to return to family life. He’s decided that he will be the force of change in the Mundane world, and lead the Elemental resistance to victory with his children at his side. What’s worse, Baudoin doesn’t approve of Sara’s marriage, and makes every attempt to separate her from Micah.
After a visit to the Mundane realm leaves Sara, Max and Sadie imprisoned by the Peacekeepers, Sara’s doubts creep to the surface. Is her father right? Does she belong in the Mundane realm, not the Otherworld? Is Micah really the right man--make that elf--for her?
Was marrying him a mistake?
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✦ About the author ✦
Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.
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What would you do if you woke to find yourself confronted with an entirely new universe? Alison Baker deals with it the best way she knows how, one day at a time.
Alison wakes in the midst of a nightmare, complete with monsters included. She winds up being rescued by three alien males but when it comes to her future she’ll need to learn to open up her mind and her heart if she hopes to survive the virus that her kidnappers infected her with.
Clan Drogan are quite content with their lives and careers, when their ship gets attacked by pirates and they are forced to protect themselves, their spoils of war come in the most unexpected of packages. They’ve never met any female like Ali before, and her sweet and caring nature draws them to her like a moth to a flame. But they have commitments of their own when it comes to their future, will the three of them be able to decide once and for all if their intended mate back home is the right one for them? Or will they follow their instincts and see where their attraction to Alison leads?
Ali knows that Conn, Kal, and Tannen are meant for another woman, but she can’t seem to help herself when it comes to falling for the three charming men. They introduce her to pleasures she’s never even imagined; how could just a taste ever really be enough? When they finally arrive on the men’s home planet of Dolak, she sees first hand that her competition for their hearts is fierce and not about to go away quietly.
Will she find the strength to stand up and fight for what she wants?
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From Author Taylor Henderson
★★ THE DARKNESS WITHIN ★★
★ SYNOPSIS ★
The house next door holds a horrifying secret…
For as long as Claire Anderson can remember, the house next door to hers has been vacant. After the last owners passed away, the house fell into disrepair; practically unlivable conditions. She had even began to grow accustomed to the creepy little house next door.
But now the house holds a darkness with who’s living there and the secrets he has…
Her new neighbor, David Greer, is attractive, middle-aged, and friendly. At least, that’s what Claire’s mom, Jasmine, thinks, but Claire can’t ignore the bad vibe she gets from him. Maybe it’s because she’s not used to having a neighbor, or maybe it’s because her mom seems to have a thing for him. Then again, it could also be the strange looks he gives her when others aren’t looking. Claire isn’t one hundred percent sure what it is about him that gives her the creeps, but she sure as hell has to find out, and preferably before he gets too close to her and her mother.
Can Claire figure out what David is hiding behind the walls of his decrepit new home, or will she fall victim to the darkness within?
He readjusted the mask on his face as he walked closer to Holly's shaking body. Her back was pressed flat against the wall and, despite the fact that her hands were tied behind her back; her feet were free of binds. When she saw that he was coming toward her, she began to kick her feet relentlessly; her mouth opened wide but only muffled sound came out.
Kneeling down in front of her, a smile stretched across his chapped lips. He held one hand behind his back, a knife gripped tightly in its clutches. He didn't want her to see the knife yet. First, he was going to toy with her. He would be robbing himself of one of his favorite parts of the experience if he didn’t make her squirm first. He liked feeling like he was the one in control of his victim’s future. Because of him, they either lived or died. Some people might call it a God complex, but he called it self-assurance. It was his way of knowing that he mattered, and he knew that Natalie would be proud of him for taking initiative and doing what he loved. Toying with these girls the way he did, fueled his hunger, and made him feel. He was never as happy as he was when he was with his girls.
Holly turned her face away when his hand made contact with the skin of her cheek. He sighed as he brushed his fingers gently across the soft skin of her face, trailing down along her jawline to her chin, where he lifted her face to look at him. Her wide, green eyes stared back at him, a tear slipping from the corners before she closed them tight.
"You have nothing to fear," he whispered, trying to gain her trust. He removed the gag from her mouth. It was merely a precaution while he was transporting her. Thanks to the country setting he chose this time, they were far from the nearest neighbors. In fact, she was the nearest neighbor, and the only person home was her sleeping little sister, whom she had been babysitting. "I won't hurt you if you cooperate and do what I say."
The only response that he received from her was a soft whimper.
"Look at me," he demanded.
Holly flinched away from the harsh tone of his voice. A fat tear welled up in the corner of her eye and rolled down her pale cheek. Her throat was hoarse from the screaming she did earlier, but she still managed to choke out the word, "No."
"Come on now, Holly. This won't be any fun for me unless you play along."
"Leave me alone," she spat, enunciating every word while trying to turn her head away from him, but he only tightened his grip on her delicate face.
He clicked his tongue at her words. "Now, now. Open your eyes, or I'll cut your eyelids off. That wouldn't be any fun for you, now would it?"
She flinched at his words, but to his surprise, her eyes remained shut tight. "Screw you," she growled through clenched teeth.
Sighing, he shook his head at the frail girl in front of him. "Either you open your eyes and speak to me, or I'll go back to your house and see if that pretty little sister of yours will. What’s her name? Macy, is it?"
Shaking, her eyes stayed closed for a moment, thinking over his words. After about a minute of silence, she opened her eyes, glaring at him. "I will not be a part of your sick game. I know who you are."
He tilted his head to the side, staring at her curiously. "You don't say? What is it that you've heard?"
Holly's glare deepened. "You murder girls for fun," she spat angrily. "It's like some sick game to you or something. You're a monster," she added; a new found courage, one that he would not allow, overcoming her.
Pulling his hand from behind his back, he pointed at himself with the tip of his knife as he asked, "Me? A monster?"
Her eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but she nodded nonetheless.
He curved his lips upwards into a sinister smile as he brought the knife up to her cheek, dragging it across her skin without actually cutting her. "I'm not going to kill you right now. I just want to play with you. If you do what I say, I might let you live."
"You might?" she questioned; her voice shaking as she already knew the answer.
He nodded. "Life isn't guaranteed, Holly."
At his words, a noticeable shiver went through her. After a second, she whispered, "What happens if I don't do what you say?"
Instantly he pushed the knife into her cheek, drawing blood and causing her to scream loudly. The piercing sound of her scream hit his ears like a fire alarm, and he yanked the knife away from her face, bringing the back of his free hand up and smacking her roughly. "Shut up!" He absolutely hated when they screamed. Sometimes it made him want to carve out their vocal cords.
Holly's scream became raspy until she coughed a few times and closed her mouth. She bit down on her bottom lip, causing the skin there to turn a bright red.
"That's better," he sighed. Lifting his free hand again, he smiled at how she flinched away from him, but this time all he did was reach up and push her golden hair out of her face. She was just so perfect. He got chills just thinking about what happened next. "So, are you ready to have some fun?"
Despite what her mind was telling her to say, she nodded her head. Behind her back, her fingers were fumbling with the tight rope that was wrapped around her thin wrists, trying and failing to loosen it. The rope was so tight that the only thing she was accomplishing was rubbing the skin on her wrists raw whenever she moved her hands.
"Good." He raised the knife up again, leaning toward her face with a determined glint in his dark eyes. A smile crossed onto his face as he pressed the tip of the knife into the skin of her forehead. His blood boiled and he grit his teeth as she let out a cry of pain, yet even her scream couldn’t take away his excitement as her crimson blood pooled from her wound. "You're number six."
★ ABOUT THE AUTHOR★
Taylor Henderson is a psychology major at the University of Mary Washington who was born and raised in Northern Virginia. She has been an adamant reader and writer since she was young, and has always found solace in the worlds and characters that other authors have brought to life in their works. Taylor plans to continue writing, and hopes to expand to different genres in the future.
The World Naked Bike Ride book by Richard Foley @richardfoleyrfi
The World Naked Bike Ride is a global protest against oil dependency and urban pollution, promoting greater cycling safety on our roads, and encouraging body freedom for everyone. This book visually describes the environmental awareness event, the history of how it started, the people who take part, and the motivations behind this very public demonstration.
With a foreword by Conrad Schmidt.
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Meet Natalina Reis - author of "We Will Always Have The Closet"
***What inspires you to write?
Pretty much anything; music, something I witnessed at the coffee shop, something that happened at work, dreams, pictures, words…there is an infinite source for writing inspiration in the world around us.
***Tell us about your writing process.
I’m a pantser who plans the bare minimum (and even that is often changed as I write). I just sit at the computer and let my brain and my fingers take me where they may. It sounds weird but it works most of the time. I seem to be very productive when I write at my favorite coffee shop. I think the noise around me, the human ebb and flow just stimulates my imagination.
***Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
I talk to my characters ALL the time as if they really exist, which of course they do even if only in my head I especially enjoy “discussing” things with them when I am stuck. The characters are often the ones who create the next step in my stories. I guess writing is a very special kind of madness, LOL.
***Who are your favorite authors?
I have so many, but on the top of the list I have to put Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, Agatha Christie, J.K. Rowling, Kate Morton, Victoria Aveyard, and Mary E. Pearson.
***How did you decide how to publish your books?
I have always wanted to be traditionally published so I decided to try it again (I had tried it many years ago). To my shock and delight I was picked up by a publisher shortly after I began submitting my novel. Self-publishing scares me a little, so going the traditional way is a bit like having a safety blanket.
***What do you think about the future of book publishing?
I can only hope that book lovers keep growing and that the business never disappears. It will obviously change with the times, but I think people will always need that escape, that time and space travelling device that is literature in one form or another.
***What genres do you write?
Romance, Fantasy, Speculative Fiction
***What formats are your books in?
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*** Excerpt! ****
“Hmph.” She felt herself bump into someone. Her first instinct was to run out, but her common sense dictated she stay put. If she left the closet, Jonas would catch her red-handed, and she was not going to give him the satisfaction. It was pitch dark in the oddly small closet and she couldn’t see who was behind her. But she could feel his hard body crushed against hers, his muscle tight against her softness. She tried to make room between them but to no avail. Unsettled, she wiggled in vain, trying to put some space between them. The empty hangers swung by her head and she reached up to stop the ensuing rattling. Who made such a tiny closet?
Strong hands spun her around until she was facing the stranger. “Don’t say anything,” the male voice whispered in her ear. His warm breath on the side of her face sent an irrational shiver of pleasure through her. Her forever curious hands, caught between their bodies, moved of their own accord to explore the stranger’s sculptural hard muscles in unabashed awe. “Get a grip, you idiot,” she chided herself in a soft, but audible voice.
“Are you nuts?” the man whispered. “Do you want to be caught?” They both stiffened at the approaching sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floors. It was not Jonas after all.
“Maybe I don’t care if I get caught,” she spat in an annoyed whisper.
“Well, you did hide in this freakishly small closet, didn’t you?” he said by her ear, sending shivers down her spine once again. “Can you move away a bit?”
“Don’t you think I would if I could?” she replied, getting more irritated by the second; mostly with herself since her body seemed to be enjoying the close quarters a lot more than she felt was appropriate. She tried to wiggle her body away from his, succeeding instead at an even more intimate contact. By the feel of the hardness growing against her hip, he was also obviously enjoying their closeness. “Could you please control your loins?” she hissed between her teeth.
“Loins? Really? Who says that nowadays?” He chuckled quietly, touching her ear with his lips. A soft moan escaped her lips as a frisson of pure pleasure ran through her. What kind of magic was this? “I am not the one who is rubbing herself against my so-called loins so just stop it and they will behave.”
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