Friday, June 29, 2018


How nice to have Sky Purington back for another visit. It looks like she's bringing along a handsome sailor as well, so that's a bonus for us. Today we're going to take a look at The Seafaring Rogue, Pirates of Britannia World, The MacLomain Series. This is A New Beginning Spin-Off.

The Seafaring Rogue
Pirates of Britannia World
The MacLomain Series
A New Beginning Spin-Off
Sky Purington     

Genre:  Historical Romance

Publisher: DragonMedia Publishing

Date of Publication:  June 26th


Number of pages:  199
Word Count:  47, 000

Book Description:

Left for dead on the shores of Scotland, Fraser MacLomain falls in love with the healer who saves him. Yet Elspeth MacLauchlin has deep dark secrets. Hidden truths rooted in a century old family feud. A vendetta that is soon resurrected by vicious enemies who steal her away during a late night pirate attack.

Bent on saving her and reaping revenge, Fraser embraces a life of piracy. Cutthroat, out for blood, he relentlessly pursues his nemesis long after rumor has Elspeth dead. Long after he abandons love for bitterness. But even a hardened heart can be thawed, as he soon discovers when catching his foe begins a high seas adventure ripe with passion, intrigue, and treasure.

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“The plaid looks good,” she remarked, eying Fraser with appreciation.
She had worked tirelessly to mend his ripped and tattered MacLomain tartan. Now he wore nothing but the plaid wrapped around his waist and over his shoulder. Another means to test her, she was sure. Because there was no finer sight than Fraser dressed as he was with his chiseled muscles bared to the world.
“I think he enjoys his vanity fed,” Innis muttered as he grinned and rolled his eyes at the hill behind them. A hill that had hosted many a lass over the past few hours. Lasses, quite assuredly, out for a late-afternoon stroll to enjoy the view. And though they would claim otherwise, that view had nothing to do with the lovely bay. 
Even Audric was aware of the women, his cheeks turning red when he dared a random peek over his shoulder.
“Well, I would see Fraser’s vanity challenged,” Elspeth murmured, not speaking of his good looks as she picked up one of several swords Innis had brought down. One suited to her size. She met Fraser’s eyes in challenge. “Do ye accept, then?”
His brows perked in interest. “Ye know how to fight?”
“Of course,” she replied, wide-eyed. “’Twould be foolish in these tryin’ times not to, aye?”
“I suppose ‘twould,” he concurred, a new spark in his eyes. One, she realized, born of a man who appreciated a woman who knew how to defend herself. 
“So will ye then?” She made a show of testing the weight of the blade and even executed a few novice swings to prove she was good but not that good.
When a small smirk hovered on his lips, and his eyes narrowed on her grip, she knew he had her figured out.
“’Tis a good enough method making your opponent think ye cocky rather than talented,” he acknowledged. “But you’ll want to work some on your expression.”
“My expression?”
“Aye, ‘tis that of one with confidence, not insecurity.” He stepped close and brushed the pad of his weapon-roughened thumb between her brows. “It should furrow here as though ye are concentrating verra hard indeed.” Then he grazed it along her lips. “These should be turned down and mayhap wobble a wee bit as ye begin to doubt yourself. As if ye just realized ye took on more than ye can handle facing off with your particular enemy.”
After that, he dusted the outer edge of her brow indicating her eyes. “And these, of course, are your best weapon if you’re fighting a lad. Use them to look him over as if sizing him up.” A knowing gleam lit his eyes. “A look as if you’re trying to determine his weaknesses but realize mayhap there’s something to be attracted to instead.”
“I willnae do that,” she rebuffed, chuckling despite herself. “’Tis foolish.”
“I dinnae know.” Innis stroked the braids in his beard as he contemplated Elspeth. “I think Fraser is right. Especially when it comes to ye.”
“’Twill make me seem daft!” she retaliated.
“’Twill make ye seem as your rival likely expects ye to be,” Fraser counseled, still close enough that she could feel his heat. “A lass with a proper eye to pleasing a lad instead of a disobedient hellion trying to be something she’s not.”
When she narrowed her eyes, he merely shrugged and grinned. “I didnae say I agree with that mindset.” He stepped back and held his sword at arm’s length. “I’m more the sort that enjoys a wee lassie with a bit of backbone.”
“Good then.” She straightened said backbone and held her blade at the ready, wishing she wore trousers instead of a skirt.
They eyed one another and circled before she came at him fast. When he dodged, she spun quickly, came in low only for him to leap back with a grin of approval.
“Ye use your size to your advantage,” he praised. “And keep your movements quick but small.”
“Aye.” She ducked beneath the swing of his blade. “Douglas always said to conserve my energy. Especially when fighting a seasoned warrior.”
Innis guffawed. “Well, you’re certainly fighting such now, lassie!”
“Your brother’s words were wise,” Fraser conceded as they continued battling. While she knew he was holding back some, she could tell by his random nods of approval that it wasn’t as much as he thought it would be.
Yet as they continued crossing swords, she saw something shift in his eyes moments before he came at her a little harder. While she initially thought he was competitive and could not help himself, she soon realized it was for another reason altogether.
He truly cared about her well-being and wanted her to fight the best she could.
So as they fought and her energy waned, he offered not only praise where it was due but pointed out her every weakness. An elbow held too high on a swing. The incorrect angle of her knee when lunging. Breathing too heavily when she should be trying to measure her breaths for certain movements and speed. His was a well-balanced dance. A very specific manipulation of the body that included a mixture of thought out planning and spontaneity. 
By the time they were finished, she was sore in places she had never felt pain.
“Thank ye,” she managed, as she tossed aside her blade, planted her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. “I will be feeling this for days, I imagine.”
“’Tis good.” He smiled. “’Twill give ye a better idea of what needs strengthening.”

 Though not a lewd look by any means, as their eyes held, she got the strongest impression he longed to test other muscles as well. To see how limber she really was.

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of nearly forty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for history, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

COVER REVEAL: The Pre-Programming (B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler)

As we begin to wind down June, here's a sneak peek at the cover for "The Pre-Programming, Circo del Herrero (The Blacksmith's Circus, volume 2). What do you think?

The Pre-Programming
Circo del Herrero
(The Blacksmith’s Circus)
Vol. 2
B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler

Genre: Mythpunk, Urban Fantasy

Publisher: SOBpublishing

Date of Publication: October 2018

Number of pages: 421
Word Count: 143,700

Cover Artist: SOBpublishing

Tagline: Vulcan’s ancient Automata find their purpose rebooted in the second installment of the CIRCO DEL HERRERO series.

Book Description:

The crippled god of metallurgy, fire, and alchemy has many names and many faces—sometimes Hephaestus, Ptah, or Vulcan. He changes to suit his needs. And just like his names, his creations have gone through countless revisions. This time, he’s finally onto something—his Automata have turned the heads of other gods. They’ve noticed their pre-programmed potential. There’s a reason Vulcan didn’t scrap the Automata—a reason he left them in the care of humans all this time. They were just the beta testers for his most intricate windup toy yet…

Vulcan’s ancient Automata find their purpose rebooted in the second installment of the CIRCO DEL HERRERO/THE BLACKSMITH’S CIRCUS series. Their immortal human Masters will drop like flies—superfluous in the next round as the gods shuffle in a new deck of fateful cards. The Masters can choose how and when, but they will all die to free the Automata of their earthly chains. Odys and his Automaton, Maud, struggle to protect his twin sister from the plotting of his dual-bodied adversaries. But his sister, Odissa, finds herself a willing participant in The Blacksmith’s latest exhibition—could she be the missing cog to the god’s tightly wound machine all along?

In this thrilling sequel to THE AUTOMATION, the Narrator and Editor drag readers deeper into the dark history and even darker future of Automata. When the subterranean god emerges with his postlapsarian blueprint, so will the truth about B.L.A. and G.B. Gabbler. Ideal for fans of Scott Hawkin’s The Library at Mount Char, Jo Walton’s The Just City, and all the way to Homer’s The Odyssey, THE PRE-PROGRAMMING is a literary outrage that dares you to keep reading between the lines and the footnotes.

The Automation 

Book One in the Circo del Herrero Series 

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‘“Why did you call me Dorothy?” Odissa seized the sides of his face, as if she had Dorian trapped now.
“Why? Do you not like this yellow brick road I’m escorting you down?” He sunk lower into the tub, angling her grip on him. Her fingers slid a little on his wet skin. His hair touched the water and fanned out like an aura. He wanted to make sure her hands were still playing nicely.
“That’s not a real answer, Dorian.” She leaned into him.
He floated away from her. He spread out his arms along the tub. His grey eyes closed, readying himself. “I suppose you have a right to know. Odys will tell you eventually, I’m sure. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”
“About what?”
He rubbed a finger over his pink upper lip at a false itch. “I knew your real parents, Odissa. At least, I think I did. But I won’t tell you more than that.”
“Why not?”
“Not only would your brother hate me for it, but…” He trailed off.
“Since when do you care what my brother wants? I think he’ll be too distracted about the other stuff we’ve done to care if you tell me. And does this mean he knows? Why does he know but I don’t? It isn’t fair.”
“Your brother knows as much as I do. And believe me, that means he’s not sure of anything.”
“Not sure of what, Dorian?”
He merely smiled. “I’m going to make the others adore you, Odissa. Just you wait. I need to warn you that when they start arriving they might be a little suspicious about what we’ve been up to. They might not understand. Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. They’ll love you. They’ll let me save you.”
“Save me?”
“When we find Madus, he’ll be perfect for you. A twin for a twin.”
She had no idea what he was talking about.
“Then Leeland will never get to you. No one will ever take you away from me again.” He was smiling to himself once more, his finger back at that lip.
“Exactly how many times have I been taken away before?”
“Once, in the past. But an Automaton will keep you here with me forever. You understand? Maybe then—once you have an Automaton—you’ll understand what happened to your parents, why I did what I had to. The Automaton will explain everything.”
“What did you do to my parents, Dorian?” Her heart was making the water ripple despite her body remaining still. “I don’t want an Automaton.”
“Your brother wants you to have one too.” To himself, “That’s why he went so willingly to Rosemund.” 
Not sure what he meant, “He won’t give me one if I do not want one.”
“None of us were really given a choice, Odissa. You think you will be? And the others will want to make me happy. I will win them over. I will gain their votes. Why wouldn’t you want an Automaton? You either become one of us or we get rid of you eventually. Why not finalize the deal? You have no life to go back to.”
“You’ve made sure of that, haven’t you?”
He licked his lip, wondering why she was so obstinate. Could she not see what he meant? Surely—for she could see everything else.
“Then let me know why you won’t tell me. Why can’t you tell me why I’m Dorothy?”
His jaw clenched. He did not like her persistence. “You would hate me, that’s why.”
“What if I promised I wouldn’t? Why would it change so much between us? Aren’t we destined to be in love with each other?”
“No. I’m destined to be in love with you. The gods promised us nothing about your love.”
“You were angry with me when I didn’t say I was married. Now you’re the one hiding the truth.” 
The water rippled as he huffed. “Leeland has leverage—family members, pets, friends. He uses leverage to try and get our Automatons. He had leverage on me, but…I still have an Automaton, Odissa. You understand what I’m saying?”
He heard her try to swallow.
“Do you understand, Odissa?”’

About the Authors:

BLA and GB Gabbler [really just a pen name – singular] are the Editor and Narrator behind the Circo del Herrero series. THE AUTOMATION, vol. 1 of the series, is a mythpunk novel that puts a postmodern spin on how we interpret myth and literature. Gabbler’s work typically explores ways in which robots and religion intersect. You can read more of their work on the Fanzine. Their second volume, THE PRE-PROGRAMMING, is scheduled for release in 2018. You can read the first volume for free.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2018


Deepest Midnight
The Immortal Kindred Series
Book One
Clara Winter

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Inkspell Publishing

Date of Publication: June 25, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-945910-64-7

Number of pages: 162
Word Count: 48,903

Tagline: True love never dies

Book Description:

True love never dies. At least it doesn’t for Millicent, a once French noblewoman turned immortal vampire. Her big problem is that the love of her life was murdered before she was granted immortality. Forever is a long time to live in despair. 240 years later, she happens upon an English actor named Jack, who happens to look exactly like her dead lover.

Trying to figure out Jack’s true soul identity becomes complicated by her own uncertainty, Jack’s mortality, and the other man in Millicent’s life. Alexandre, her maker and companion, isn’t going to make it too easy for her. Millicent must decide if she’s going to continue to be led by others or take the reins and drive the outcome of her life.

Deepest Midnight is set in modern day Savannah, Ga with occasional glimpses back to 18th century France.

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“Go be miserable somewhere else, Millicent,” grumbles Alexandre.
It’s going to be one of those nights. Alexandre pulls me up and hands me my black leather clutch. He steers me toward the darkly stained front door of our antebellum Savannah home. Before opening the door, he bends down to put shoes on my feet, like I’m a child. If he wants me to brood elsewhere, I will. Alexandre appreciates people who are bright and cheery. His reason for tolerating my presence for so long is one of life’s many mysteries.
“We have all lost people we love, Mills. We go on. If you can’t ever learn to do the same, what’s the point?”
“Good question, what is the point?”
“You can choose to be happy again. I’m not sure how much longer I can stand to have you around like this. For tonight, go find something to distract your mind.”
I can’t blame Alexandre for wanting me to disappear this evening. The life of the party tires of the buzz kill. Thankfully, one of the many wonderful things about Savannah is the abundance of mysterious spots, all perfect for sulking. Secluded squares, thick with foliage dripping in Spanish moss, decaying alleyways lined with ancient cobblestone, and hidden stone staircases topped with wrought iron railings, all provide perfect places to hide away. My stormy mood, has long felt at home in this haunted city.

About the Author:

Clara Winter grew up reading Anne of Green Gables, The Secret Garden, and Alice in Wonderland, while watching Buck Rogers, Star Trek, and Doctor Who. Writing her own stories naturally ensued. She is a wife, mother, and former school counselor, with a Master’s Degree in Counseling. Amy is from Colorado Springs, Co and currently resides in Mission Viejo, Ca. 

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Monday, June 25, 2018


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Well hey there, Supernatural Central readers. I've got some computer issues going on, so deep breaths everyone. I don't want you to miss this interview with author Nancy Thorne.

SC: Tell me a little about your main character of this book.
NT: Seventeen-year-old Abby struggles to deal with life on a daily basis. At home, her mother has a drinking problem. At school, she doesn't fit in. Without her best friend, Jessica, life would be intolerable. Still, she seeks to improve the injustices of the world any way she can. When she's dragged back in time through a tourist attraction to 1876, she gets the chance to do exactly that. 
But changing history also alters the future, and Abby soon learns that whatever she accomplishes in the past puts the lives of her family and best friend at risk.
When she falls in love with the handsome blacksmith in Victorian Town, everything she believes in is put to the test.
SC: We're all about the paranormal here at Supernatural Central. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience to share?
NT: I believe there are different dimensions to our universe, although we see no concrete proof of their existence. Twice in my life I've experienced being near loved ones as they passed on. With almost uncanny similarities, both of them spoke of a deceased loved one being in the room with us. I could only surmise that this beloved spirit had come to be there for them. Since those two occurrences, I have no fear of moving on to my next adventure or dimension.
SC: I have a theory about dimensions as well. But in this reality, what titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
NT: I'm currently working on another young adult novel. Set in the 1970's, it tells the story of two poor best friends who hitchhike across Canada in search of a wealthy ex-boyfriend who has moved with his family to the west coast. Their mission: financial gain. Camping in Jasper, Alberta, the girls meet up with U.S. draft dodgers who have fled to Canada in defiance of being forced to fight in the Vietnam War. A bear attack against one of the girls changes everything ,and their lives will alter in ways they never could have imagined.
SC: Sounds grizzly. Thanks for stopping by. Now let's take a look at Victorian Town.


Victorian Town
Nancy Thorne

Genre: Paranormal Romance
with time travel and mystery elements

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Date of Publication: March 28th, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-68291-639-1
ASIN: B07B65543D

Number of pages: 196
Word Count: 56,000

Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Tagline: Abby Parker has a modern life. Too bad someone in the 19th century needs it.

Book Description:

Abby Parker planned out her whole life: complete her final year of high school, go to college, get a job, move away from her insane family, stay best friends with Jessica.

But, that was before she broke into the nearby tourist attraction and unwittingly answered a call from a centuries-old spirit who dragged her into the 19th century.

Now she must solve a Victorian mystery without getting herself killed, or worse, spend a lifetime trapped in the past, leaving behind everyone she loves and altering their lives forever.

When she meets gorgeous Benjamin, the future looks a lot like wreckage.


I waited for him to make the next move, to tell me how inappropriate, how forward that was of me. As I struggled to think of how best to offer an explanation, he turned to me. Gently but deliberately, he moved his hand up my arm, stopping at the nape of my neck beneath the ribbon of the bonnet.
The moment he leaned in, I closed my eyes. His lips, soft and full, touched mine with the modest pressure of an indecisive act. A warm energy coursed through my body, but the strangest thing was that everything felt unbelievably familiar, like it had all been rehearsed before that moment. I held onto this profound feeling, not wanting it to leave, until Ben removed his lips from mine.
Even with the whistled melodies from a pair of cardinals outside the church's entrance, the following silence felt awkward. It persisted, and I assumed Ben was already regretting kissing me.
"Miss Abigail−"
I brought up a hand and covered his mouth. "It's okay."
We walked down the hill without saying another word. A lot of activity was happening on Main Street: coaches lined the front of the Royal Hotel as travelers zipped in and out of the main entrance; horse carts delivered goods in dashes of haste; store merchants hurried beyond their open doors; street sellers sold goods out of baskets; helpers swept the boardwalk; ladies could be seen purchasing last minute necessities behind the windows of each shop.
Ben accompanied me up the stairs of Town Hall's entrance and stopped on the landing before we reached the front door. I peered through the window. Martha arranged long-stemmed flowers in a vase on a table at the side of the ballroom. A young man placed a candelabra on a table and then another on top of a piano. Ben had already started back to the street when I turned. He waved. I waved back. Still a chance he'll change his mind.
The gloves were easier to remove now that one was missing its button. I placed them, and the button, on the ledge of the window and took off the ring.
Jess was still sitting on my bed when the haze cleared, but her tapping fingers had moved from her chin, which now rested on her knuckles. It was obvious it had taken longer for me to return this time. It made sense to me right then that the ring held within it a finite amount of energy with which to transport me to the past and back home, like a battery depleting its energy with each use. And, I had no idea how to recharge it.

About the Author:

Nancy Thorne is an award-winning author of fiction inspired by the romance and courage of youth.

Born and raised in a suburb of Toronto, she fostered a passion for creating stories in grade school but hid it much too well. Five years ago she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of telling them.

When she's not writing books or reading, you can find her going on road trips or cooking untested recipes for brave family members and friends.

Nancy lives outside of Toronto with her husband, two sons, and an energetic fox-red Labrador.

She loves to hear from her readers, even just to say hi. Find her online at



Today we have author Nicole Krizek stopping in for a little chat.
SC:  Welcome, Nicole. Tell us a little bit about your main character of this book.
NK: Alien Revelation has 3 main characters: Conall, Brogan, and Onalee!
Conall’s life has just taken an unexpected turn; he finds himself moving to the alien planet of Arath with his parents, sister, and young son. His entire focus is on securing his son’s future until he meets two Arathians who make him wish for a second chance at love.
Conall finds himself unexpectedly lusting after a man and woman at the same time. He can’t deny that he craves things he’s never wanted before, but if he’s ever going to find love again, he must get past his insecurities, and rewrite his own self-image.
 Brogan is a First Lieutenant of the Arathian Royal Guard, entrusted with the protection of Arath’s new monarchs. Solely dedicated to his job, he never expected to have a future outside of work. He thought that his greatest challenge would be protecting the High King-to-be (and Earther), Lukas. He was wrong. Winning the heart of a pale, red-haired, sexy Earther named Conall MacLeod is bound to be his most crucial mission yet.
He will not fail—not when their happiness rests on him convincing Conall that what they feel between them is natural, beautiful, and only made better when they’re with Onalee as well.
 Onalee is the co-heiress to Cormikan Industries, the leading medical research firm on Arath, which is devoted to finding a cure for their races’ infertility. Considered reclusive by her peers after the tragic death of her parents, she’s content to support her older brother in the search for a cure... until she meets Brogan, Conall, and his family.
They make her yearn to step out of her possessive brother’s shadow and explore what—and who—she wants in life.
SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
NK: I definitely believe in the paranormal! I believe that there are things in our world that we don’t understand… it’s the part of what drives us to continue searching for knowledge and truth. I think that keeping an open mind to new possibilities is essential!
I unequivocally believe that there is life elsewhere in the universe! It’s one of the reasons I write sci-fi novels.
I wish that I had an amazing story involving a ghost-like entity, alien abduction, or seeing Bigfoot... but sadly I don’t. :(  My personal experiences are limited to picking up my phone before it rings, knowing someone is at the front door, and an ability to make things levitate. Just kidding! (Wouldn’t that be awesome!)
SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
NK: Now that Alien Revelation has launched I’m going to finish my 3rd novella (Kaitie’s story), write the next full-length novel in the Arathian Series, and then begin an entirely NEW series! I’m going to jump into the paranormal-romance genre and write a series that’s been swirling in my mind for at least a year! Exciting things are ahead!
SC: Thanks for stopping by. We'll have a look at your novel, but first let's take a sneak peek at your book trailer.

Alien Revelation
The Arathian Series
Book Four

Nicole Krizek

Genre: Sci-fi/erotica

Date of Publication: June 12, 2018.

ISBN: 9781976922275
ASIN: B07BFTSJG4 for ebook
Number of pages: 312
Word Count: 80,000 words
Formats available: Amazon eBook, Audible audiobook,  and paperback
Cover Artist: Cindy Nickles
Tagline: They must act swiftly to secure their future...and that of the entire Arathian race.
Book Description:
Heralded as the saviors of the Arathian species for their ability to procreate with the infertile Arathians, Earthers are honored citizens on Arath. While his son and extended family seem to be enjoying their new lives on the alien planet, the young widower, Conall MacLeod, feels like he doesn’t have a purpose on their extraordinary world.
His future is forever changed when he meets an Arathian male and female who make him wish for a second chance at love. But nothing is ever easy…
Conall’s self-identity is entrenched in the idea that he’s a monogamous—and heterosexual—man, yet he finds himself unexpectedly lusting after two people, one of them, shockingly, male. He can’t deny that he craves things he’s never wanted before, but if he’s ever going to find love again, he must get past his insecurities and rewrite his own self-image.
Who are the Arathians unexpectedly turning Conall’s head, and heart?
Onalee Cormikan is the co-heiress to Cormikan Industries, the leading medical research firm on Arath, which is devoted to finding a cure for their infertility. Considered reclusive by her peers after the tragic death of her parents, she’s content to support her older brother in the search for a cure... until she meets Brogan, Conall, and his family.

They make her yearn to step out of her possessive brother’s shadow, and explore what—and who—she wants in life.
Brogan is a First Lieutenant of the Arathian Royal Guard, entrusted with the protection of Arath’s soon-to-be monarchs. Solely dedicated to his job, he never expected to find a future outside his passion for his work. Yet Conall’s internal struggles seem to stand in the way of their happy future together as a trio. It’s a good thing Brogan likes a challenge.
Conall’s struggle with his sexuality isn’t the only problem facing the threesome.
As the royal coronation for Princess Jayda, Prince Deian, and Prince Lukas draws near, a new terrorist organization emerges: one that threatens not only the royal trio, but all Earthers on Arath.
With the cure to Arathians’ infertility in sight, Conall, Onalee, and Brogan must do what they can to secure both their future, and that of the Arathian race.
Warning: this book contains explicit scenes of intimacy between three consensual adults: M/F, M/M, and M/M/F.

Excerpt From Chapter 3:

Across the field, he saw Forkan Cormikan emerge from the gardens with a female on his arm—a beautiful female.
Brogan felt his breath rush out of his lungs as his entire being focused on the pair across the lawn. Was she Forkan’s mate? No, she couldn’t be. Brogan knew that the male wasn’t mated, and that he rarely brought dates out in public. Was this his sister? Please let her be his sister.
Her long hair was held back from her face by braids, and fell down her back in a black waterfall. She was slight in stature, and thin—as if she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in months. Her head turned, taking in the scene, and Brogan wondered what shade of green her eyes were.
He casually moved towards them—not because he felt a pull to do so. Nope. Not at all. It was his duty to keep tabs on all of the guests, including the beautiful females.
He was halfway to the pair, when Forkan broke away from her and headed towards a group of council members. The female was left alone, standing at the edge of the lawn, holding her small purse with both hands in front of herself.
Brogan stopped and pretended to be admiring the nearby foliage. He sipped his glass of water and watched the female. She didn’t seem upset that she’d just been abandoned.
Her gaze wandered over the lawn, while his eyes stayed glued to her. She was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was a light shade of tan, decorated with golden oriaglyphs that ran the length of her arms.
Oriaglyphs were extremely expensive, and few women had that level of decoration on their bodies. The golden tattoos shone in the sunlight, and seemed to make her glimmer. Brogan focused on the symbol high on her shoulder that signified her family, and was unsurprised to see the Cormikan family crest.
This was definitely Onalee, Forkan’s reclusive sister.
Brogan had long ago learned all of the Council members and their families by name and appearance, but even after the dozens of events he’d attended as a Guard for the royal family, he’d never seen Onalee in person. He remembered that she’d been home-schooled after the loss of her parents when she was practically a child. Still a young man himself, Forkan had become her guardian. She’d never gone to vocational training, like most young people, and instead had had private tutors. Now a grown woman, she didn’t have a profession, and had never mated.
Brogan couldn’t see why: she was lovely. There was no way males had stayed away from her, especially given her family’s status.
He heard a large splash come from the lake, and watched Onalee’s face light up in a bright smile. If he’d thought her beautiful standing there placid, it didn’t compare to when she genuinely smiled; it was like she was lit from within. Brogan stared, completely transfixed, as something inside of him shifted.
He reached out and grasped a nearby tree trunk to keep himself grounded. Inside, he had no clue what the hell was going on. His chest was tight, his heart hammered so hard that he was becoming lightheaded. Farther south, his groin tightened with each moment he watched the female.
Brogan closed his eyes tightly, and willed his body to gain control of itself. Nothing like this had ever happened, and he wasn’t sure if it was a positive thing or not.
Most assuredly not, he told himself. He’d gone through years of specialized training to be at the top of his profession. Nothing had ever thrown him off-kilter. Until one tiny slip of a female, he added.
Against his wishes, Brogan’s attention remained on Onalee. She spent another few moments watching the children play at the lake, before she shook herself and moved towards the food tents.

About the Author:

Born and raised outside of Portland, Oregon Nicole spent most of her childhood outside; the beach was her favorite place on Earth. When forced indoors by the lovely Oregon weather, she spent most of her time doing art.

In high school she continued taking art classes and focused on music- choir mostly. Nicole was introduced to romance novels in college, which kindled her love for reading! In the years since she’s devoured hundreds of books, and although she likes other genres she always come back to romance… because the endings are always happy ones.
In 2013, after hearing her expound on her imaginative creations for years, Nicole’s husband encouraged her to write her own book. She began writing the next day and decided that she’d keep going until it wasn’t fun any longer. Three years later she’s still going!
Moving often for her husband’s work and in recent years has lived in: Texas, Oklahoma, Alaska, California, and North Dakota. Her family currently lives in Sicily, Italy. Thankfully she can write from anywhere in the world!
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