Wednesday, June 30, 2021



Resisting Evil 
Magik Saga
Book 1
Ashira Datya

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Fae Corps Publishing
Date of Publication: May 31. 2021
ISBN: 9781666273229
Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 48,123
Cover Artist: JAshB Designs

Tagline: A species existing in secret, a vendetta and a curse, a clan bound by magik bound together by love. 

Book Description: 

A single kiss leads to passion. 

A single look to destiny. 

Were shifters meet their fated match in a world where magic, lust and evil collide. 

Resisting Evil- Book One of the Magik Saga takes readers on a journey through tragedy and ecstasy into true love.

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She shivered in the cooling evening air, her hands sliding up and down her arms, in an attempt to bring warmth to her bare skin. She wished she had brought a jacket or at least worn a long sleeve shirt, instead of the hunter green, silk sleeveless blouse. Green eyes scanned the parking lot, anticipation bubbling in her belly as she waited for her date.

Glittering eyes locked on his approaching frame and she smiled. He was so tall he looked like a Titan, and his skin was bronzed like a Spartan. "Hi, Cole," she greeted with a smile.

 "Hi, Beth," Cole returned, smiling at her. "Shall we?" He motioned towards the door of Glitz and Glam, the only night club in town. It wasn't a night club in the same sense as one would be in New York, Chicago, or Los Angeles, it was more of a pub with a dance floor and a DJ. The lights, antique bronze sconces were kept low, just bright enough for people to see where they were going, and to read their menus. The walls were covered in glittery gold and silver striped wallpaper, with matching Chinese lanterns hanging from the ceiling to give the club a bit of a whimsical atmosphere.

Beth nodded and followed him inside where the music was playing loudly.

"You look beautiful," Cole said into her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Thanks," Beth murmured, smiling at him. Her gaze locked with his brown eyes and his stare made her shiver with anticipation for what was to come.

There was an air of danger that surrounded Cole, a sense of that which was forbidden that she couldn't wait to taste. She didn't know if it was his dark profile, or if it was something else. He'd never been anything other than a gentleman, but something just below the surface simmered, hidden and secret.


About the Author:

Ashira Dayta lives in tranquil Michigan with her handsome husband, and two children. When she's not writing, she enjoys reading books of all kinds and watching the sunset over the picturesque lake she lives on. Just hours away from the lake her and her husband grew up on opposite shores of. 

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Tuesday, June 29, 2021


Allied in Strife
The Cursed Elves
Book Six
Diedra Drake

Genre: Fantasy Romance / Mythological Fiction
Publisher: Apache Creek Publishing
Date of Publication: July 30th, 2021
ISBN: 9798201968410
ASIN: B0964C1SQ5
Word Count: 140,000

Book Description:  

The Elves are a disaster. Raymond’s having trouble coping with death and letting go, Priscilla’s drowning in guilt, Nathan’s having a rocky Elf transition, and Nerissa’s dealing with recent trauma.

But Itta and Patrick are on the warpath, Clothilde hates being treated like a traitor, the Woods don’t appreciate being ordered to stand down, and a fire Priscilla lit a couple of years ago is primed to explode.

And just when everyone might be finding out how to move on, a phone call from Erasmus throws them for a loop.

In between, explore the past with a trip to Spanish Florida in 1702, and learn how Priscilla met the first Human she ever loved.

Will the past catch up with them all, or can they find a way to end the strife?

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“Do you think we should try adding some kind of prayer or something?” Itta wondered aloud.

“We’re not worshippers,” Patrick responded with a shrug.

“Maybe not, but we are trying to ask for a favor. It couldn’t hurt.”

“At the beginning of the month, we brought them one sacrifice a day over three days,” he said. “Today we’re trying three all at once.”

“So you’d prefer to add only one new thing at a time until we figure out what works?”

He nodded.

“That’s fine,” Itta said with a smile. “It will give me time to do some research on prayers, just in case.”

“I hope that won’t be necessary, I’d like to see the Furies respond to our offering.”

“As would I.”

They both watched from the side of the ruins as several Thornton Elves arranged the three mind-controlled Humans so they remained on their knees. The setting sun cast dark shadows against the grey stone, but the ruins remained adequately lit for their purposes.

One of the Elves approached Patrick and said, “They’re ready, Master.”

When his jaw tightened, Itta asked softly, “Would you like me to do it this time, Patrick?”

He shook his head. “No, my dear. I appreciate your offer, but I will handle this unpleasantness.”

Patrick strode purposely toward the Humans, and withdrew a dagger from his inner jacket pocket. Without hesitation, he ran it across the exposed throat of one Human, then stepped to the side and repeated the procedure twice more.

He handed the bloodied blade off to one of the Thornton Elves, and returned to his previous position beside Itta.

Then they waited.

One Human bled out and tipped forward, dead, their mind no longer functioning to follow the mental commands. In her excitement, Itta reached out to grip Patrick’s hand and felt him squeeze back. The second fell, and finally the third.

All the Elves went silent in the ruins, and their eyes scanned the area in hopes that one of the Furies would arrive.

Minutes passed, the shadows bent with the onset of evening, and Patrick dropped her hand to cross his arms behind his back instead, his face set with irritation.
Itta shook her head and sighed, then asked, “Do you think it could be the quality of the offerings?”

“You mean they don’t meet their requirements for punishment? That they’re too good?”

“Or because they’re Human?”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Perhaps. We may need to be willing to give more next time.”

“We have time to think on it and prepare. I’ll research in the meantime and see if I can uncover anything else that might help.”

Patrick nodded and held out his arm, which she took automatically. “We knew this might not be easy. I only hope that we can reach them before it’s too late to save your family.”

“We will,” she said confidently, ignoring the Elves cleaning up behind them as she walked with him toward the cars. “And soon the Furies will punish Priscilla and Raymond, for both our sakes.”

“Our complaint is valid, so I have to believe that they will judge them in our favor,” he said.

“I may have an idea that would allow us to succeed even if we cannot reach the Furies, but it will take some time and planning.”

“I’m not willing to put my trust in another God,” Patrick said, his tone one that brooked no argument.

Itta shook her head. “I wasn’t going to suggest it. But not that long ago, Priscilla made a lot of enemies for the Forester House.”

They reached the vehicle and he paused, furrowing his brow. “Remind me.”

“The survivors of the Morales incident.”

“Ahhh. But what you're suggesting could put your own family at risk.”

“Then we’ll just have to be very careful,” she said firmly.

He held her hand as she climbed into the vehicle, then said, “I’ll give you the number of someone who can help.”

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About the Author:

Diedra Drake is a life-long student of mythology and history, with a particular interest in the ways that different cultures tell the same stories using name variations. She is competent in classical Latin, and enjoys reading the classics – particularly Homer, Plutarch, and Shakespeare.

For relaxation, Diedra loves to crack open a new historical romance novel or binge a new series on streaming. After a couple of decades being a business owner in the technology industry, she decided to explore her other interests through the creation of a mythic fantasy romance world.

She lives in Central Texas with her family, which includes a small cat colony and a couple of dogs, and tries to ensure she gets a daily serving of ice cream for continual inspiration.




It's a scorcher of a week in my neck of the woods. Grabbing some ice tea so I can have a chat with author Robert Gainey. Welcome, Robert!

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

RG: Deep down, Diane Morris has a soft, gentle heart. It’s just surrounded by eight years of ossified layers built up during her time as a field agent for the Department of Intangible Assets. After nearly a decade of service fighting off supernatural threats, occult horrors, and budgetary cuts, Diane has learned to shield herself with sarcasm and an obscure arsenal of specialized tools. Like a lot of underappreciated government workers, she lives in a house that’s too small, drives a car that’s a little too old, and has to buy office supplies on her own dime. Sometimes this means printer paper, sometimes it’s thrice-blessed Dead Sea Salt to ward off encroaching poltergeists.

What Diane really wants is a transfer. Out of field work, where she’s lucky to see the end of the fiscal year, let alone retirement. The nice, boring world of Logistics calls to her, but as long as actual sirens are luring fishermen to their deaths on Lake Okeechobee, it doesn’t look like there’s much chance of a reprieve any time soon. Diane might want out of the field, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t dedicated to her work. She’s a public servant through and through and until the day she can park herself behind a desk, she’ll do whatever it takes to do her job.

SC: We like anyone who takes on supernatural threats around here. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

RG: I don’t think it matters much what I believe, because it doesn’t change what people experience or what the truth of the world is. I have seen some weird stuff, things that fall outside the normal bell curve of probable into what one might call anomalous. When I was a volunteer firefighter for City of Midway, Florida, we had a pretty intense house fire. I remember it vividly because it was the first real fire I’d ever been in, and we fought that son of a bitch as hard as we could. There was a big fish tank on a table just as we went through the living room, heading to the seat of the fire in the back of the house. This was a fifty gallon tank, maybe a little bigger, and it had all kinds of fish inside. I remember seeing them as I went past, before the smoke banked down too far. The fire ended up overwhelming us, pushing me and the other firefighter out with its intensity. We fought it from the outside, but it ended up burning pretty much the whole house to the ground.

When we went back in to salvage and overhaul, that damn fish tank was on the floor. The table it had been sitting on was nothing but ash and yet, somehow, the tank was still intact. Not only that, but the fish inside were still swimming around as if nothing at all had happened. It must have fallen three feet without breaking. To this day, ten years later, I still haven’t seen anything like it. It may not quite be divine intervention or even paranormal activity of the classic sort, but it remains one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen. An immortal fish tank surrounded by charred ruins.

SC: We'll take surreal for $500. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

RG: I’m finishing up the final draft for a sequel to Dragon(e) Baby Gone, continuing to follow the Department of Intangible Assets in its underfunded mission to safeguard the world from anomalous dangers. In the second book, Witches Get Stitches, Diane is sent to investigate the disappearance of her fellow agents from a sleepy little Georgia town called Wickston, where things aren’t quite as idyllic as they seem. Without a firm timeline in place, I can’t be sure when it may be available, but I hope to see it set loose sometime in 2022.

SC: Thanks for much for chatting with us today. Let's take a look at your novel now. 

Dragon(e) Baby Gone
Reports from the Department of Intangible Assets 
Book One
Robert Gainey

Genre: Detective Fantasy
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication:  June 28, 2021
ISBN:978-1-5092-3658-9 Paperback
ISBN: 978-1-5092-3659-6 Digital
Number of pages: 254
Word Count: 69,377

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor

Tagline: Overworked. Underfunded. Outgunned. Sometimes the greater good needs a little help from a lesser evil. 

Book Description: 

“Dragon is hard to overcome, yet one shall try.”
 – Nowe Ateny, Polish Encyclopedia, 1745

Diane Morris is part of the thin line separating a happy, mundane world from all of the horrors of the anomalous. Her federal agency is underfunded, understaffed, and misunderstood, and she’d rather transfer to the boring safety of Logistics than remain a field agent. 

When a troupe of international thieves make off with a pair of dragon eggs, Diane has no choice but to ally with a demon against the forces looking to leave her city a smoldering crater. 

Facing down rogue wizards, fiery elementals, and crazed gunmen, it’s a race against time to get the precious cargo back before the dragon wakes up and unleashes hell. 


I guess there’s always been a Department of Intangible Assets, in some way or another, since humanity first banded together against the dark. Ancient orders of knights, sects of religions, monasteries and their like had been the first real organizations determined to hold off the things that bled into our world from other realities. Great and epic individuals did a lot of work in the past, though more often than not mere pawns as one ultra-powerful being played against another. Gilgamesh. Solomon. Miyamoto Musashi for a while even worked as a kind of Japanese defender against the supernatural. Things must have been easier back then. If somebody had a problem with a corpse rising from the ground and eating people, or with creatures slinking out of the mountains and taking children, they could talk openly about it, and people would fit it neatly into whatever cultural narrative they had. No press releases concerning carbon monoxide leaks, no awkward local police trying to stutter their way through an ogre rampage by blaming gang violence and drugs. If you were a 17th Century farmer in the Tajima Province of Japan and tengu started picking off your village one by one, Musashi would come by one day, cut down all those dark spirits, and then leave. You’d replant your fields, mourn your losses, and tell warning stories about warding off evil. And, probably, pay him whatever he wanted.

Modern times gave way to a general idea that reason and logic were enough to stop something from dragging you into the sewers and wearing your skin to protect itself from daylight. It’s easy to see why: it doesn’t happen to a lot of people, therefore it must not happen. I see it all the time, people who say things like “I’ve never seen a ghost, so they must not exist.”
Oh yeah? Because if spirits did exist, they’d all be tripping over their ghost dicks to haunt you? Do you understand the preternatural forces that conspire, the circumstances that line up, to create any kind of ghost? Let alone one that shows up in your room at night and moans about revenge or betrayal or rattles some chains and teaches you a valuable lesson about being selfish?

“Well, there’s no such thing as Bigfoot. All those pictures are super blurry and grainy,” they say, their voices nasally and snobby, like all the knowledge of the world is pumped directly into their tiny brains through their tiny phones. I don’t care to get into whether or not any of the literally thousands of kinds of entities that flit in and out of forests would like to be called “Bigfoot,” but just because you haven’t left your couch in twenty years doesn’t mean there’s not something out there you don’t understand. Go stand out in a remote Colorado forest one night.

Turn off your phone, open your eyes and ears, and wait. When you feel those eyes watching, and when you know, deep in that primitive monkey brain, way, way down inside, that there’s more than just the animals you have names for sharing that clearing with you, then you can call me to tell me that there’s no such thing as Bigfoot.

That is, if you live to turn your phone back on again.

About the Author:

Robert Gainey is a born and raised Floridian, despite his best efforts. While enrolled at Florida State University and studying English (a language spoken on a small island near Europe), Robert began volunteering for the campus medical response team, opening up a great new passion in his life. Following graduation, he pursued further training through paramedic and firefighting programs, going on to become a full time professional firefighter in the State of Florida. He currently lives and works in Northeast Florida with his wife and dogs, who make sure he gets walked regularly. Robert writes near-fetched fantasy novels inspired by the madness and courage found in everyday events.

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Monday, June 28, 2021



I can't believe Monday is here already. Where did the weekend go? We're in the middle of a heat wave in my neck of the woods, and that is pretty rare here in the Pacific Northwest.

Today we have author Linda Thomas-Sundstrom in the house to answer our three fave questions. Welcome,Linda


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

LTS: Macy Lyons is a beautiful she-wolf scout for a secretive Arizona wolf pack housed in an old abandoned fort that was once a popular tourist attraction. She has special Were traits that no one yet knows about, and was given the moniker of “Lightning Woman” because of both her speed and her love of the wild desert storms. She is sometimes visited by the ghosts of departed souls that roam the desert…but no one knows about this, either.

Logan Carter is a gorgeous Florida detective who chases a rogue werewolf all the way to Arizona. He is a tall, intelligent, capable Were, and dangerous in his own right…but in Arizona’s prickly desert landscape, he is a fish (or werewolf) out of water. His task gets divided once he meets and is instantaneously attracted to the Desperado she-wolf scout who first finds him – a she-wolf as unique as the stripes of color on her face that are reminiscent of western war paint.

SC: Would love a nice storm right now to cool things off. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

LTS: I do believe in the paranormal, and have had a few experiences that prove to me the existence of things beyond our usual realms of comfort and belief systems

I’ve had a visit from a ghost in a Hawaii hotel…later confirmed as a woman who had passed away there.

I’ve had my Grandmother, looking very real for a few seconds, riding in the passenger seat of my car on the day she passed away – without me knowing she had died.

My mother and I shared a close connection, with almost a psychic ability to respond to each others’ needs at time, and quite often.

This is only a smattering of things I’ve experienced.

SC: Sounds like you are in tune with the paranormal. We love that around here. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

 LTS: Lightning Woman is my current release, and my 45th book, 44 of which tiptoe through paranormal/supernatural realms. It’s the third book I’ve written that deals with spirits as side characters to a central mystery. I’ve titled this new series Wolves of the West, and besides the three other books I have coming out this year, I do plan on involving more spirits in that series.  Other 2021 titles to be released are: Seduced by the Moon, Wolf Touched, and the Tinsel, Wings and Fur box set of Holiday novellas. Future plans for 2022 invoive a new ghost graveyard series of four books.

SC: You are a busy lady. We've enjoyed our chat today. Come back soon. We'll take a look at your book now. 

Lightning Woman
Wolves of the West 
Book One
Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance
Publisher: GothicScapes
Date of Publication:  June 28, 2021
Number of pages: 282
Word Count:  60,000
Cover Artist: Magnetra

Tagline: Meet the Arizona wolf pack and the ghosts that haunt them.

Book Description:

Are the ghosts of Macy Lyons' past stronger than the promise of a future with her new lover?

Macy Lyons is a respected member of the wolf pack housed in an old Arizona tourist attraction. Her special Were abilities make her a good scout, and also enable her to see the ghosts that haunt the desert. When those ghosts lead her to a visiting lawman from another state, she must find out why...and if those ghosts have a hand in shaping her future.

Florida detective Logan Carter has chased a criminal all the way from Florida to Arizona, and now can use the help of the secretive wolf pack housed at Desperado to find the crazy werewolf he seeks. But will his attraction to Desperado's beautiful she-wolf scout be a help or a hindrance to his mission in a landscape so different from his own?


As Logan studied this female vision that had appeared like a desert spirit borne on the blistering hot wind, he couldn’t help but appreciate her uniqueness. In fact, this representative of the Desperado pack was quite stunning, and radiated enough personal power for her outline to waver.
Pretty and dangerous...
Moonlight slid down each strand of straight black hair that fell to the she-wolf’s waist like sparkling water dripping from the skies. All that hair curtained a narrow body with few noticeable curves and very few wolfish traits, even though she had shape-shifted.
She was tall and slight of frame, with long, shapely legs. Her bare arms were beautifully sculpted with a layer of smooth, lean muscle. One arm bore the swirls of a colorful tattoo Logan couldn’t get a read on from where he stood because his focus kept returning to her face.
A slightly elongated facial structure, shadowed, angular, and with prominent cheekbones, was the real proof of what she was, and made him think this female might be a pure-blooded Were. Under the moonlight, the shadows on her face represented her missing patches of fur, or where fur would have been on any normal werewolf under a full moon. In fact, she bore no fur anywhere that he could see.
Crossing her right eye socket and extending two or three inches beneath it were three stripes of color that could have either been paint or tattoos. White. Black. Green. The effect suggested to Logan she might have Native American roots, though lots of women had unusual tattoos these days.
Damn, though. Maybe she really was some kind of a spirit.

About the Author: 

Linda Thomas-Sundstrom is an award-winning author of 40+ stories in the realms of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy. She has been published by Kensington Publishing, HarperCollins/Harlequin Nocturne and Desire lines, and GothicScapes.

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