Monday, February 25, 2019


Time flies. Here we are at the final Monday in February already. That weekend just flew by. Lucky for us, there's a knock at the virtual door and Kira Shayde is here to answer our three fave questions.
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

KS: There are three novellas in the Primal Shifters Box Set, and each novella features a different main couple, so I will limit my response to the first novella, Bane of Her Desire. Although a first-caste daughter of Parliament, lion shifter Holly Ainran is a strong and independent woman, keen on eliminating the caste hierarchy in lion society and the lion-hyena conflict. Bane Ojore, shunned by Parliament for his rare fur color, is a hard and distant commander of a paramilitary force that he formed after losing his family and village to a hyena attack. While searching for her AWOL brother, Holly confronts the commander, yet Bane is convinced her brother is the traitor selling weapons to the enemy hyenas. These two definitely knock heads.
SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

KS:  We can’t rely on what we can see or hear as evidence (or conversely, lack of evidence) of paranormal activity, because human visual and auditory ranges are actually quite limited. But unfortunately, no legitimate scientific experiments have proven the existence of ghosts or psychic abilities. Yeah, bums me out too.
SC:  We'll have to agree to disagree on that one. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

KS:  I’m debating working on a fourth novella in the Primal Shifters series. There’s a secondary character from book three who needs his happily ever after. He’s a clan hyena who lives in the chairman’s palace. She’s a rogue hyena fighting to eliminate the clans. I love the opposites attract trope in romance. As for projects I’m currently working on, I have a Young Adult fantasy book (under my other pen name), which I hope to have finished and edited this year. I also have a non-romance Sci-fi on my to-do list. I’ve written an outline and the first three chapters and I’m really looking forward to getting back to it.
SC: Thanks for stopping by. Let's take a look at your novel now.

Primal Shifters Box Set

Kira Shayde

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Kira Shayde

Date of Publication: February 25, 2019

ISBN: 9780999018378
ISBN: 9780999018354

Number of pages: 315
Word Count: 105,500

Cover Artist: Kira Shayde

Book Description:

Three novella-length romances in one overarching story. Equal parts romance, urban fantasy, and social/political commentary.

Available in erotic version and tame version. Tame version has no graphic sex scenes.


When Holly Ainran’s brother goes AWOL from an elite military force in Tanzania, she confronts Commander Bane Ojore, a rare melanistic lion shifter. Sparks ignite, but Holly finds a challenge in taming this brooding, hostile beast. Bane does not expect the daughter of a high-ranking parliamentary executive to be a smart, code-breaking expert adamant about abolishing the lion caste hierarchy and ending the lion-hyena conflict. Nor does he expect such a stunning lioness to fall for him. But Bane’s job is to find the traitors supplying weapons to the hyenas, and all signs point to Holly’s brother. Holly won’t give up on her brother though…or Bane. As their passion escalates, so do the risks, the danger, and ultimately, their love.


Months as a POW leaves lion shifter Fix Ainran struggling to recover, but he can’t get the curvaceous Caryn Plumar out of his mind. Yet the beautiful daughter of the hyena chairman only torments the disabled former soldier with heated trysts before pulling away. No matter how much she desires Fix’s touch, Caryn’s obligations involve more than fighting for an independent hyena state in a land ruled by lions and fraught with war. She must sacrifice any chance of happiness and freedom by marrying within the clan to ensure her safety. Unable to stay apart, Fix and Caryn defy societal rules and risk their lives as they battle enemies, search for the truth about his captivity...and fall in love.


When Alina Van der Stel agrees to spring an imprisoned lion shifter in southern Africa and hand him over to the rebels in return for information about her birth parents, she doesn’t expect the man to capture her mind as much as he does her body. Falsely accused of conspiracy, Kipper Lumbwi has no intention of allowing the icy blonde to sell him to the very traitors who landed him a stint in prison. Yet her ethereal blue eyes reflect years of sadness as a snow leopard trapped in a land of lions, and he understands her need to find her true kin. Except she’s not the only one targeting him. With a bounty-hunting hyena and the Defence Force in pursuit, Kipper and Alina agree to an alliance…one that leads to her finally experiencing the joys of desire. Can their passion earn them the trust they’ll need to survive?

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According to legend, the gods warned humankind that if they insisted on behaving like animals, they would become animals, permanently. The humans didn’t listen, and their fate was sealed. But the gods weren’t done with their machinations. While the humans became prey, the animal predators became humans. Shape-shifting humans.
The African lion, the pinnacle of hunters in the wild, replaced man as overlord in the Serengeti and quickly implemented a system to ensure their supremacy in the new world. The disparaged spotted hyena, often the more tenacious and successful predator on the savannas, was the lion’s natural enemy. Becoming human didn’t change that. It only made it worse.

Chapter One: Bane of Her Desire

Holly Ainran opened the box her father had received from the Alpha Elites paramilitary base. She tossed her brother’s faded fatigues and worn military boots aside and sifted through the contents of his safe-deposit box—some banking papers, a data chip, and a pocket watch from their great-grandfather.
She sat back on her heels. If only there were something among Fix’s personal effects to give her a clue as to why he had dropped off the face of the earth. Was he having an affair with a married woman? Involved in some shady drug deal?
Months ago, he’d been reported AWOL, yet he hadn’t reached out to her. It ticked her off. Maybe she was no more than his kid sister, but she’d thought they were close. At least they had been before he joined the Elites. Another possibility flitted through her mind, and she shoved it away angrily. His body hadn’t been found, and she just knew he was alive. Felt it somehow. Whatever it took, she’d find him.
She popped her brother’s data chip into her laptop and scrolled through the directories. Nothing more incriminating than saved game scores, innocuous e-mails to his on-again, off-again girlfriend, and pictures of his Alpha Elite buddies relaxing by their campsite. She was about to remove the chip when she spied a seemingly gibberish file name and smiled. Gotcha.
Holly double-clicked the file and received a system error. Encrypted. Damn. Now she was definitely intrigued. What was Fix hiding? She ran through various computer algorithms and within minutes bypassed his encryption. But it wasn’t a text file as she’d expected.
A video appeared on her screen, and she recognized the Alpha Elite base. Out of camera range, a man spoke, his deep voice imposing, almost threatening. A tremor coursed through her. The man strode into view, the camera focusing on his face, and her breath caught in her throat. His amber skin glowed, and his black eyes were like bullets beneath a strong brow ridge. A dark shadow of stubble colored his square jaw.
Her gaze riveted to his mouth. Holly no longer listened to his words, imagining only for a moment how it would feel to have those commanding lips pressed against her skin. The muscles in his jaw flexed, and the low timbre of his voice vibrated through her veins. This man was evocative, combustive…primal.
Uneasiness crept over her, and she pushed the wayward thoughts aside. There was a coldness to his face, a tightness around his eyes. This was a man who didn’t reveal secrets, who wouldn’t share himself. A man who clearly reveled in danger and control. This had to be the elusive Bane Ojore, leader of the Alpha Elites paramilitary force.

He shifted to lion form, and Holly gasped. She stared at the video, mesmerized by the sight of an almost unheard-of melanistic lion, his fur as black as a thundercloud, his mane the color of charcoal and fuller than any other she’d seen. When he let out a ferocious roar, she shuddered. But from fear…or something else?

About the Author

As a paranormal romance author, Kira Shayde writes about animal magnetism and intrigue, where the heroes bring the heat and the heroines save the day. She explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings and can’t help adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works, but the focus is always on the developing romance, passion, and happy endings. While some of her books are erotic romances, you won’t find any hard-core BDSM. Kira prefers the hero and heroine to share the power and share the love. On a personal level, Kira is devoted to animal and ecological conservation, loves devil’s food cake, and sings when no one is around.


Sunday, February 24, 2019


Sometimes I sit around in the dark reading Peter Pan to nobody. This is called fun. But sometimes, if you happen to have a Kinect SLS camera around, you an pick up people that aren't there listening in. Here's a clip we caught at the Kilby Museum fundraiser last October.

Friday, February 22, 2019


Appreciating that those east of the Rockies will laugh at us, can we just say that this unexpected blast of old man winter is not what we want nor desire here in the PNW. It's given me a second round of allergies as nature decides what season it really is. Achoo!
I wish I could just stay home, curl up and read a book. This one by Anna Giblin seems like a good choice. Read on, winter weary. Read on!

Sudden Frost
Vivian Frost
Book One
Anna Giblin

Genre: YA Paranormal

Date of Publication: February 22, 2019


Number of pages: 176
Word Count: 50,014

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Tagline: Sometimes the scariest parts of the world reside in your mind.

Book Description:

A voice has echoed in seventeen-year-old Vivian Frost’s head for years, tormenting her at every turn. While the therapists say it’s a coping mechanism and the nuns sing a far more sinister tune, Vivian just wants to believe it out of existence. When she wakes from a nightmare in excruciating pain, she’s left with three haunting words and no way out.

Something that laid dormant inside her for years is threatening to claw itself out, and change her forever.

Will Vivian be able to rise above her limits, or will this inner darkness win?

"Of course, I don't hear the voice anymore, Dr. Wilson," I said. She sat across from me studying my expressions thoroughly, as though she's trying to find some micro-expression to tell her otherwise. When she didn't find one, she nodded slowly before smiling.
"That's wonderful to hear. Are you excited about the move tomorrow?"
No. Not really. I didn't want to deal with a whole new school in the middle of nowhere. I didn't want to travel hours to get there either. However, it wasn't my choice. It was never my choice.
I forced a smile. "Yes. This will be a nice change."
She sucked her teeth in sympathy. I hated when she did that. "I understand, dear. It will be better in a place that doesn't know." Dr. Wilson said. Actually, I hated her sometimes. I knew exactly what she was inferring. A few months ago, I had a freak-out that cost me the group I associated with. Then, rumors spread around the school that I was a freak. No one wanted to be friends with a freak.
Yes, it’s true, I am a freak, but only I can call myself one. When I call myself a freak, I know it is almost like an endearment. They, on the other hand, said it out of maliciousness and contempt. There, people didn't like weird or things they couldn't explain, and I happened to be one of those things.
"Yeah, I hope so," I said.
"How are things with your dad?" She asked, trying to change the subject to a lighter one.
Joke’s on her, it was just as heavy of a topic.
"Great," I said with another fake smile. It was not great. Technically, he’s my adoptive dad. Ben and Emma Frost adopted me when I was nine. I was so excited to be a part of a family that I ignored the signs at first. They adopted me to fill the void their stillborn created. Well, rather Emma adopted me for that reason. Ben adopted me to keep his wife happy. He never treated me like a daughter; he viewed me as a charge at most. Lately, we fight over everything. Emma brought it up to Dr. Wilson at the end of the last session, so it was an unavoidable topic in this one.
Dr. Wilson smiled softly, "That's good." She then took a sip of her steaming cup of coffee while I bit my nails. "Are you nervous?" She quickly asked.
"Kind of."
"You know I could recommend a therapist in Burlington."
No. I couldn't do this again. I couldn't pretend to be happy to a professional anymore. I couldn't handle the awkward conversations where I obviously need help but they are trying to direct the conversation to a topic my parents think is what is wrong with me rather than what is wrong with me.
"I think I'm fine now. I've been doing good off my medication, and I have not had an episode in months." I said with as much strength as I could muster. "If I feel myself getting bad again, I can always reach out."
Dr. Wilson glanced at her wristwatch and smiled. "Well then, Vivian. I am glad to have met and worked with you. Can I give you my email in case you do want to reach out for a recommendation?"
"Of course," I said. She handed me her business card, and I pocketed it. "Thank you for all your help," I uttered before walking out. In the lobby, Emma was flipping through a magazine. She didn't spot me at first, but that's typical. She was always stuck in her own head. I can tell this past month has been tough on her because her eyes had deep bags, and her frown lines were more defined. I cleared my throat, startling her.
"How'd it go, Hon?" She asked with a smile when she realized it was just me. I could read between the lines; she was asking me if it's over.
"Great. I'm ready for the move." I smiled back at her. I couldn't fake one, not for her. Emma's always so sweet to me. She made me laugh without meaning to. Sometimes I wished she is my real mother, but then I think about her husband, and I'm glad that’s not the case.
"Let's go home, you still have to make sure you pack everything. We can't come back if you forget!" She said. I didn't have a lot, but I always made sure to only keep the necessities. Just in case. I wouldn't forget anything, but I was going keep it to myself.

About the Author:

Anna Giblin is a reader, writer, and author of the new novel Sudden Frost. For years she has analyzed what it takes to construct a well-rounded story and has helped numerous authors develop and flourish their writing. While reading and helping others are two of Anna’s passions, her greatest love comes from writing, where she began to create other worlds and characters in High School. Anna lives and works in a little red house in Bridgeport, Connecticut but is a frequent ferry boat rider to visit her nephews in Long Island.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

INTERVIEW WITH Debbie Peterson (Heart of the Storm)

I've been a bit under the weather as allergy season hits in the PNW. Lucky for us, Debbie Peterson stopped by to have a little chat and cheer us up!

SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main characters of this book.

DP: Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness is a charming, bold and fearless seventeenth century sea captain who was swept into a parallel dimension during a raging storm in the Bermuda triangle. With time and patience, he finally discovered how to make return trips to this dimension and does so whenever the whim (and the appropriate storm) hits. It’s during such a crossing that he encounters the one woman destined to steal his heart. There is one problem with that though… 

Aliyana Rosa Montijo is a tenacious and daring undercover DEA agent. She’s also a bit of a spitfire. Her current mission is to gain enough evidence for the United States Drug Enforcement Administration to arrest a particularly nefarious drug cartel leader and put him away for life. Yet, as tough as she in on the outside, on the inside she is vulnerable, with a heart far more fragile than she’ll ever admit aloud and she guards it with ferocity. The question is, can Wolf break through the wall she built around her heart before their mission is over?

SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

DP: Yes, actually I do. I have seen ghosts a few times in my life and at times when seeing a ghost would be the very last thing on my mind. One such occurrence happened when I was about sixteen. My family had traveled from Las Vegas to a small town in Utah to help my grandparents move into their new home. The old farmhouse was probably close to one hundred years old and sat on about ten acres or so. Anyway, here we were in the middle of the day, lugging boxes from the back of a truck and into the house, which was crawling with helpful neighbors. I, of course, didn’t know any of them.

I was given one particular box  which was to be taken upstairs and so up I went. I followed the curve of a tight, winding staircase to the second floor. When I got to the top I saw this old man standing in the doorway of the bedroom directly ahead. He wore a plaid shirt underneath his overalls, a floppy hat that had seen far better days and a pair of round glasses. A typical looking farmer, right?

I thought that since he was kind of old he was probably directing traffic and so I asked him where he wanted me to put the box I was carrying. He didn’t answer me. He just stared. The longer he stared the more uncomfortable I became. Then, as I opened my mouth to ask the question again (maybe he was hard of hearing instead of just creepy?) he disappeared. Yep, right before my eyes he was just GONE. Do keep in mind that this ghost looked just as mortal as anyone else. He wasn’t the least bit “see-through.” My hospital ghost also looked mortal, but that’s another story for another day. These two ghosts are the reason that in my ghostly romances, the ghosts appear very mortal looking.

SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

DP: Right now I am working on a prequel of sorts to Heart of the Storm, tentatively titled Van Locken’s Witch, as well as a sequel to Bound by Oath and Honour, titled, Bound by the Promise of Eden. 

SC: Thanks for stopping by. Let's take a look at your novel now.

Heart of the Storm
Debbie Peterson

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: February 27, 2019

Print ISBN: 978-1-5092-2473-9 
Digital ISBN: 978-1-5092-2474-6

Number of pages: 277
Word Count: 96478

Cover Artist:  Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Love is the perfect storm…

Book Description:

DEA agent Aliyana Montijo must stop a drug lord's killing orders and find a government mole. With a contract on her head, she trusts no one. While heading back to Florida with evidence, lightning strikes her plane. As it careens into the ocean, she thinks she sees a pirate ship. What she finds is a dashing and most unlikely ally.

Four centuries ago, Wolfaert Dircksen Van Ness captained a vessel for the Dutch West Indies Company. Then an unearthly storm in the Bermuda Triangle blew him into a parallel dimension. After rescuing Aliyana from a similar tempest, he finds himself drawn to the courageous beauty and wants to aid her mission.

In the midst of danger, the two find themselves falling in love. Then a misunderstanding tears them apart, perhaps forever…


About a half an hour before sunset, the unease she had carried for the past several hours turned into a sudden feeling of dread. Panic overtook all rational thought and settled into her soul. Something terrible had happened. She raced toward her supplies and grabbed her backpack. Her fingers shook as she unzipped the bag and yanked out her phone. She called Greg’s number several times over before it dawned on her that he had already boarded a plane headed for Colombia. She wouldn’t be able to contact him until the morning.
Despite all attempts to banish it, the dread grew stronger with each passing hour. A growing notion that Wolf and his crew never left the sub took firm hold. The conscientious men of the Wieven could very well have remained behind to ensure that all went according to plan. The thought of such an occurrence made her sick to her stomach. What if they could die as she had always feared? What if they died in that sub along with Mercado’s men? She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t eat. All throughout the long hours of the night, she restlessly paced along the shore, waiting, hoping, and praying.

By the time the gloomy morning arrived, what little hope she’d carried throughout the long night dissipated. Somewhere in her heart, she finally accepted that her beloved captain wouldn’t be coming for her. Not now. Not ever again. 

About the Author:

Debbie is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance. She has-and always has had-a soft spot for fairy tales, the joy of falling in love, making an impossible love possible, and happily ever after endings. She loves music, art, beautiful sunrises, sunsets, and thunder storms.

When she's not busy conjuring her latest novel, She spends time with the members of her very large and nutty family in the lovely, arid deserts of southern Nevada. She also pursues her interests in family history (which she also teaches), mythology, and history.

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Monday, February 18, 2019


Good Monday morning, everyone. We hope you enjoyed your weekend. February so far has been unusually snowy in our neck of the woods. Perhaps a rest and a good book is what you need after shoveling that walkway. Here's one for you!

Burdened by Desire
Elemental Sisters
Book Two
J.L. Sheppard

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: J.L. Sheppard       

Date of Publication: First Edition was published Sept 2014
Date of Publication: Second Edition, Feb 11, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-7322181-3-0 Print
978-1-7322181-2-3 EBook

Number of pages: 330
Word Count: 81,855

Cover Artist: Victoria Miller

Tagline: Drowning in regret, he’s made his greatest mistake, denying his gift—her.

Book Description:

Jocelyn Davis is stuck between two worlds but not completely a part of either. As an Elemental, her abilities over the elements of the Earth won’t evolve until she meets her fated, the man destined for her. Until then, she’s easy prey and coveted by Malum Inmortalis, the rogue immortals intent on conquering the world. They abducted her once before. Still, she’s determined to live her life to its fullest, and risking capture isn’t slowing her down.

Alpha werewolf, Landon Waden, has lived with the knowledge his fated female, the one woman created for him, is just beyond his reach. For months, he’s denied her. He’s had no choice. She can’t give him what the pack needs—an heir. When an attempt is made on her life, he can’t help himself. His instinct demands he make sure she’s safe. But then, there’s one problem: he can’t walk away. He won’t. If only she can forgive him for his greatest mistake…

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He needed to let her go. His clear blue eyes boring into hers, his heart pounding against his chest in sync with hers made it hard to concentrate. What had he said?
Right, he was sorry. She wanted to believe that. Maybe it was the way he stared at her, consuming her like no one and nothing else mattered, like she was the center of his universe.
But was he sorry?
He tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her a touch closer, pressing her against him. She felt every muscle on his chest and the warmth of his body soothing her.
Her eyes settled on his lips. Would he kiss her again? What would she do? She was supposed to be angry with him, but the reason now was beyond her grasp.
Baby? Her eyes drifted to his again. She fought to catch her breath as he scanned her face.
If she waited any longer, his scent would consume her. She had to move away, get away. She just didn’t want to. She didn’t bother trying because, with his arm around her waist, if he didn’t release her, chances were she’d get nowhere.
What was he waiting for, a response? What was she supposed to say? Had he asked a question? She couldn’t remember. All she wanted now was a kiss, just one mind-blowing, gut-wrenching, searing kiss.

Excerpt 2:
He burst in and examined the spacious room. He sniffed and smelled it—a fragrance. Familiar, yet unlike anything he’d ever scented, and magnificent.
“Hey? You awake? Are you gonna search the room or stand there and daydream?”
The plan had been for him to search while Jacob stood guard, but that aroma distracted him. He shook his head to focus his thoughts. In the middle of the bed on top of the comforter, an indentation, like someone had lain there. He sent a silent prayer hoping the Malums hadn’t gotten to her before them as he strode down a hall and parted a door. That smell was there too. Fighting to ignore it, he took in the vanity, toilet, shower, and tub. Then he backtracked, opened a set of double doors leading into a closet, and found a mannequin wearing a white, long dress. That scent now stronger. Walking farther inside, he froze.
In the far corner, a petite brunette sat on the carpeted floor cradling her legs. Her face buried in her knees.
He took a breath. That scent infiltrated his senses yet again, the fragrance much more powerful than it’d been seconds before.
His stomach knotted. His heart squeezed in his chest.
He couldn’t explain his reaction. He didn’t have time to think about it either. Swallowing, he closed the distance between himself and the woman. “Jocelyn. I’m Landon. Your sister sent me.”
Her head shot up, and her gaze met his, sealing his fate. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen: long golden-brown hair, chocolate colored eyes, pouty lips.
His pulse spiked as his heart thundered, pounding louder and louder until it was all he heard. Then it all faded. The walls, the floor, everything except her. Heat hit his chest and spread through his body. His legs buckled, making him fall hard on his knees. Canines elongating, he shut his mouth and eyes, knowing they were no longer their normal blue shade but an incandescent yellow, golden color. He couldn’t see anything but her, though he kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t rationalize fully or at all, but he knew.
He’d found her—his fated female.
He couldn’t have her, but he wanted her. He’d never have her, but if he could change fate, he wouldn’t. He loved she was his.

About the Author:

J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in South Florida where she still lives with her husband and sons.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was first published in January 2013.

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Sunday, February 17, 2019

SUPERNATURAL SUNDAY: Jim Hold Hands with the Entity

One of the challenges we face when using an SLS camera (in this case a Kinect version) is trying to determine what skeleton images the camera is trying to pick up, when there appear to be more people than are actually in the frame.

The camera can try to make vertical objects into people. But sometimes, we do not find a reasonable explanation for the phantom skeletons, so we try to get it to interact with us, like we did in this video, where Jim asks the entity to reach over and touch his hand.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019


 Please welcome author CR Robertson to the page today!
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
CRR: Evanora is the vessel for Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, Darius is a golden warrior dragon.Both are the main characters. Evanora was broken by an evil dragon and pieces herself back together until she is stronger than all the broken parts of her. Her magic returns when Darius helps to make her whole again.
SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
CRR: Yes!! I used to belong to a paranormal research group and have lots of experiences from places
I’ve visited over here in Ireland. The most intense moment was when we were in an old castle
and some of the group was involved in table tipping. The table was moving dramatically in
answer to questions. Someone asked if the person speaking to us believed they were alive. The
table stopped and then moved in the direction of “yes”.
SC:  That would have been quite the experience, I'm sure. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
CRR: This current series will have four books. Dragons of Chaos is nearly finished and it follows Justus and Celeste as they continue the story of the battle against the krakens. Each couple have
different obstacles to overcome, and Justus has a unique storyline that had me scratching my
head as to how it was going to unfold. Every one of my books incorporates mythology / pagan festivals/paranormal.
SC: Good to know. We'd better let you get back to it then. Let's take a look at today's novel now.

Dragons of Fate

The Gaian Otherworld

Book Two

CR Robertson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: CR Robertson

Date of Publication: 31st January 2019


Number of pages: 303
Word Count: 84347

Cover Artist: Maria Spader

Tagline: Sometimes love is the most powerful and dangerous magic...

Book Description:

The underrealm was in turmoil with revelations of the evil that had taken root there.

It was no longer a safe haven for the Gaians.

Darius was a golden warrior dragon from an ancient clan. Evanora descended from the purple dragons of healing. They were destined to become fated mates four hundred years ago before Evanora was stolen from the heartland of the dragons.

Her dream of escape became the nightmare of reality.

Even in the light the past haunted her present.

Evanora’s soul was broken by her long years in captivity, until Darius started to fit the pieces back together again. Some fragments no long fit, some slotted into a different position, but the woman who emerged was stronger and more powerful than anyone ever imagined – the Gaian enchantress.

Was it too late for their love?

Or would Fate intervene to light their way to the future?

Sometimes love was the most powerful and dangerous magic...

***WARNING*** Includes a deadly hero willing to fight the monsters of this world to claim his fated mate, and a heroine who powerful enough to bring the world to its knees.

Dragons of Destiny is the second in The Gaian Otherworld. It can be read as a stand-alone paranormal romance.

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Excerpt 2:
I spun, my tail knocking people across the room to snarl at my father. My wing descended to protect Evanora. There was no way anyone was taking her, they’d have to go through me first. I crouched low to pounce. Andreas studied my reaction to the threat, his eyes widening at all the revelations today.
Evanora squirmed from under my wing and stood in front of me, her hand on my chest. “I think I can handle this.” She prowled in front of me like a threatened tigress protecting her mate.
She snapped her fingers, and the elders levitated above the stage. Her right arm flung high in the air, and the emerald guards flew across the room by an invisible wind that herded them all in the corner beside Ruben.
Several of them tried to run, but the golden dragons cut off their escape route. A few emerald guards transformed into their dragons. Ruben leapt on one, his talons tearing through its protective scales as if they were nothing more than fine silk. His teeth tore the throat out of another.
A green dragon launched itself towards Evanora, and I pounced on it. My talons eviscerated it, his flesh steaming from the toxin Evanora had infused there to fight against the krakens. I’d never killed another Gaian—until recently I would have believed it was blasphemy—yet I never gave it a second thought because he had attacked my mate.
Ruben advanced on the others with murder in his amber gaze. They had attacked his mate, and I had no doubt every single emerald guard would suffer the force of his wrath for their actions. Panicked energy filled the air, and screams followed as more dragons emerged to try and fly to the doors at the top of the staircase. Some used their talons to climb the walls.
Ruben didn’t miss a beat. He rained fire on them, turning them all into heaps of steaming ash. The ferocious heat permeated the room, and every Gaian took a step back from the black death dragon.
The smell turned my stomach, and I tried not to breathe to limit my exposure to it. The cooking flesh reminded me of a dark fae party where they roasted whole pigs over open fires. Suddenly, turning vegetarian seemed like a good idea.
“You!” Evanora’s finger pointed directly at Cyrus. “Are a monster from the depths of hell.” She took slow deliberate steps towards him.
He swallowed and furtively looked to the side, taking a few steps back. The coward was searching for somewhere to escape to. He tried to lift his foot, but he seemed to be stuck where he stood. Apparently, he could only be brave if he had his women helpless due to a dragon suppressing collar.
Sensing the situation was under control, I returned to my human form. Ruben appeared at my side. He snapped his fingers, and we were both clothed in black.
With each flick of her wrist, lashes appeared on Cyrus’ body until he fell to his knees, his clothes in tatters. Evanora rubbed her hands together in a circular motion. His skin began to melt and peel down his body like a candle under the intensity of her stare.
“Even as you forgot them, I remember every one of their names, every terrified young girl you tried to impregnate with your evil spawn. Cyrus of the green dragons, I curse you from this day hence. You shall not rest in the afterlife but spend eternity in the realms of purgatory to experience the pain and suffering you have caused to others. Their agony will be yours, your body violated with their rapes, their torment only yours to bear.”
A BOOM shook the chamber, forming a crack across the ceiling. Wails sounded all around us before a black shimmering vortex appeared behind Cyrus. Shadow hands grasped his limbs and dragged him screaming into the darkness.
Stunned silence filled the room. Ruben’s hand grasped my arm, his eyes wide in alarm at what we’d just witnessed.
Evanora dusted her hands off and placed them on her hips. “Now what should I do with the elders who sanction rape, torture, and murder?”
Fuck that I was annoyed with her. I’d never seen anything more magnificent than Evanora go on a murderous spree. Her hair had a life of its own, moving around her as magic coursed through her. She took beauty into a different league.
I wanted her more now than ever before. She no longer looked frail and ready to break; her curves were accentuated in the deep purple gown that hugged every inch of her. When she released her magic, I swore I could see dark writing under her pale skin.
Evanora clicked her fingers, and the elders dropped to the ground, scrambling to get back on their feet. She chanted words from an ancient language that I didn’t understand. Energy pulsed towards the stage from the four directions of the wind, which Evanora summoned.
“Your dragons are bound inside you, unable to be released until the day you prove yourselves worthy to be a Gaian once more. You are nothing more than human, trapped in a realm that you can no longer leave,” she said. Her voice sounded remote and devoid of emotion.
Magic manifested in the air in a green mist. It twisted and swirled around the elders, stripping away their elder marks from their wrists. Evanora stalked through them, examining every single one of them until she seemed happy that they were bound by her enchantment.
“Next time you consider touching my mate, I would think again,” she hissed at them before strutting down from the stage. I’d never been more turned on in my life from her display of dominance.
“It’s time to go home.” Evanora opened a portal, indicating that Ruben and Justus leave through it.
My eyes met Andreas’. He nodded to let me know he would take care of everything.
Evanora grabbed my hand, and the world tilted off its axis for a few seconds before we re-materialised in my house.

About the Author:

CR Robertson is a paranormal romance writer who lives in Ireland, the most magical country in the world. From an early age, she loved faerytales and mythological stories. She delved into the pages to go on an adventure with the characters, sparking a lifelong love of the literary world and story craft.

The Otherworld Chronicles started when the characters evolved in her head, constantly jumping in to tell their story until one day that nagging voice said, “Why not write their faerytale?” The rest resides in the pages of the Otherworld. Her in-depth knowledge of mythology and faerylore weaves the background for the characters in each of her manuscripts.

It may be cliché, but she has a cottage by the sea on the east coast of Ireland. Gardening is one of her favourite pastimes and is evident in her garden that is overflowing with crystals and seasonal flowers for the birds, butterflies, and her favourite bumblebees. Her dogs enjoy the sleepy seaside town and spend their time playing in the sea.

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