Resilient, kickass, and determined, Aislinn's walled
herself off from anything that might make her feel again. Until a wolf picks
her for a bond mate and a Celtic god rises out of legend to claim her for his
In a post-apocalyptic world where most people have been
slaughtered, the Celtic gods and a few humans with magic are all that stand
between survival and Earth falling into chaos. The combination of dark sorcery
leveraged by the enemy is daunting. Destruction is all but certain if the small
enclaves of humans who are left can’t get past their distrust of the Celts.
Power so old, deep, and chilling it hurts to think about
it will overrun Earth if nothing changes. Targeted, furious, and fighting back,
Aislinn runs wide open, gathering allies and putting her life on the line.
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Audray has just assumed the title
as first-ever Queen of the Underworld.
As she attempts to consolidate her
rule, characters from the past threaten to destroy her and the love she shares
with Jonas Starling, a 300-year old dark angel. When she discovers she has been
the recipient of a miracle, suddenly their whole immortal lives are changed
Will they survive the coming war or
get snagged in the power struggle over not only the underworld, but the human
world as well?
Audray loved being
the first-ever woman Director of the Underworld, but she preferred the title
“Queen” even better. Jonas had begun calling her that and it became part of her
persona almost immediately.
Maybe it is the
way Jonas whispers it to me just before he takes me.
That word was
something she would never tire of hearing, just like the sounds her paramour
made as he pleasured her to distraction and beyond. And the best thing of all
was that he did it out of love, not obligation. His need to please her was
equal to her need to be ravished over and over again.
And worshiped as
only a queen should be.
Jonas was still
wearing his black leather vest, but was naked everywhere else that counted,
sleeping like a baby. She tucked her back into the warmth of his chest, feeling
tiny against him, and reveled at how safe and protected she felt. She’d never
had such a big man, big everywhere, but especially big in the way his soul
screamed for her. It took a lot to distract her from all the pleasures in the
Underworld, but being in bed with Jonas outshone them all.
When they’d gotten
back to her home in the human world, he’d barely caught the bike when she
jumped off. He saved it, of course, cursing softly, before it could tip and
fall into her blood red Maserati. Even hearing him curse gave her chills.
All afternoon she
had been touching him as they flew past rows of vineyards and redwood trees on
their way home, her breasts pressed against the back of his thick torso. Her
cheek rested in the place she smelled his maleness the strongest: at the back
of his neck, just under his hairline. She watched the light brown tendrils of
his shoulder length hair dusted with gray, catch fire in the late afternoon
sun, coaxing her to reach down and squeeze his package, making him swerve the
bike. But he was laughing, and she felt they didn’t have a care in the whole
She had thought
she would enjoy the powerful Directorship more. Jonas had been an unexpected
distraction. Ever since their explosive first meeting, Audray felt her whole
world had changed.
Sharon’s NYT and USA Today bestselling
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when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or
wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and
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I spent two months of 2014 in Antarctica. Share the mystery and majesty with me.
Genre: Science Fiction/Romance with a Splash
of Paranormal Lethal cultures, bizarre illness, and political intrigue create
an unlikely backdrop for science fiction romance in Antarctica, the last true frontier.
Fresh out of residency, Dr. Kayna Quan opts for a
tour in Antarctica. Money is short, so she hires on as medical officer aboard a
Russian research vessel headed for McMurdo Station. Primed for almost anything,
she plays her paranormal ability close to the vest. Being odd man out in a
world where most don’t believe in magic makes her wary and feisty.
Brynn McMichaels has been stationed on remote
South Georgia Island for two years, and he’s eager for a change. When cultures
of the single-celled organism, archaea, overgrow their bins in his lab and
begin shifting into another form, he worries he’s losing his mind and talks
with scientists at McMurdo, but they have problems of their own—bad ones. After
he hears about them, Brynn agrees to help. The weather’s too uncertain to send
a plane, so he hitches a ride aboard Kayna’s ship and brings his mutant culture
Attraction sparks, hot and powerful, between Brynn
and Kayna, but her disclosure about her magic is a tough nut to crack. It
doesn’t help that her dead father is stalking her. Lethal cultures, bizarre
illness, and McMurdo’s refusal to let them land force Brynn and Kayna into an
uneasy alliance. Will their fragile bond be enough to thwart the powers trying
to destroy Earth, and them along with it?
…Kayna swallowed uncertainty,
not sure what to say. “Your life sounds so barren.” A lot like mine, actually. “Are you married?”
“Why, Doctor.” He cocked his
head to one side, but didn’t stop running his thumb along her jawline. “What a
“Are you going to answer it?”
Her throat was dry, and she’d never been more aware of a man’s presence. He was
alive, electric. If she closed the few inches between their faces, she could
taste his lips. He wouldn’t rebuff her. She sensed his interest, but the wife
question was important. The raven spread its wings, flew a few feet, and
settled again. Approval gleamed from his eyes. Kayna did a double take. Her
spirit guide had never showed his beak in all the years she was with Derek, but
he was certainly front and center tonight.
It’s almost as if he’s giving Brynn his seal of approval…
Oh for the love of Pete. I’m extrapolating all over the fucking place.
Brynn’s voice took on a husky
note. “I had a girlfriend, another M.D. We were together for years. She wanted
more than I could give. Eventually, she left me.” He glanced down and Kayna
sensed his internal conflict, raw and palpable, before he met her gaze again.
“I don’t blame her. I wasn’t very…present.”
“Maybe, she’d still be open to—”
Brynn shook his head. “Too much
bad water under the bridge. She told me not to find her after she left. I
ignored that wish, exactly like I’d ignored most of her other ones.” A muscle
twitched beneath one of his eyes, betraying tension. “The row we had once I
tracked her down wasn’t pretty. Not too long after that, I landed a job with a
British bioresearch firm and left for South Georgia Island.”
“We have at least a few things
in common,” she murmured.
“Like what?” He inscribed small
circles on her cheek before moving his hand down her neck.
“I had a boyfriend—another doc,
like your partner—but he dumped me once I told him I was going to McMurdo for a
Brynn looked at her, his eyes
brimming with emotions he probably didn’t let out to play often. When he angled
his head and closed his mouth over hers, she wrapped her arms around his
shoulders and drew him close. Hard planes of muscle met her fingertips, and she
reveled in how good he felt. His crisp masculine scent, sandalwood and amber,
eddied about her. When he ran his tongue along the seam in her lips, she opened
her mouth and welcomed him. He tasted sweet like the scotch, and his lips
became harder and more demanding as she let him explore her mouth.
Brynn threaded his arms around
her and buried a hand in her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her breath
quickened, and her nipples hardened where they pressed against his chest. It
had been months since she’d had sex. Even before her blowup with Derek, he
hadn’t touched her in a long time. Need licked at her, hot and urgent, in a
rush of hormones all too aware her biological clock was running out of time.
Encouragement glittered in the raven’s eyes, and she felt him urge her on.
It would be easy to stretch out
on the cushions, slide her tights down, and draw Brynn into her. Too easy. Her
body screamed for release, but common sense intruded and she pulled away,
panting slightly. “You’re a very attractive man, but this isn’t a good idea.”
“Bad call,” the raven spoke up.
Holy crap snackers! I’ve had too much to drink.
Kayna made a grab for
rationality, but the raven stayed put, no longer talking, but with his avian
attention glued to her.
“I’d try to argue,” Brynn said,
his voice thick with need, “except I agree.” He kneaded the back of her neck.
It felt heavenly and she leaned into his touch. “Not that I don’t want to make
love with you,” his gaze, dark gold now, bored into her, “because I do. Very
much. But I want to take this slow. Get to know you.”
His words made something warm
and fluttery begin in her belly and spread outward. She untangled her arms from
his body and got to her feet. “We’ll have time to figure this out.”
“Maybe,” he said carefully, and
something in his voice—perhaps regret—snared her attention.
“You’re staying at McMurdo. I
plan to go home after a couple weeks there.”
With her body buzzing from his
touch, and her spirit guide still making his presence—and opinion—known, she
murmured, “One step at a time. We’ll see how things unfold.”
Brynn looked at her, his hazel
gaze unreadable. “It’s been a long day. Both of us should try to get some
She nodded and made her way out
of the bar, lurching with the ship’s motion. Brynn had his secrets, like she
had hers. She sensed his inner turmoil with her paranormal antennae. It was
unlikely he could see into her with the same level of accuracy, but none of
that mattered. Whether they’d even arrive at McMurdo remained to be seen.
Hell, he may not be able to live with my secrets even if we make
Lara and Trevor flee Seattle in the wake of rising chaos. Like
raptors drawn to road kill, demons converge on what’s left of civilization,
urging it to implode even faster.
In this final book of the Soul Storm series, Lara and
Trevor’s relationship undergoes stresses that threaten to annihilate them.
Constantly hungry, besieged by dark forces, they need every resource they’ve
developed as a couple to keep from ripping each other apart.With her mentors snared in a chokehold by
Goblins, Lara has only her half-baked magic standing between survival and
certain death for herself, her love, and their unborn child.
The remote location that was supposed to solve all their problems
has done anything but. Though she works diligently, Lara’s crash course in
magic proves woefully inadequate. Trevor’s determined to protect his family,
but he’s developed a decidedly haunted edge from all the carnage.
When he’s captured by demons, Lara curses their decision to
leave Seattle, risks everything to go after him, and falls headlong into a
cunningly crafted trap.
…Trevor let himself out the
kitchen door, Brad’s Heckler and Koch tucked under his arm. In a distant corner
of his brain, he thought he must be mad to march off to face
Christ-only-knew-what with a weapon he’d never fired before. Feels like it did the night I snuck out into
the dark to see who had the night vision lamp.This gun didn’t do shit when Brad fired it that night. Not against
Goblins. With memories swamping him, Trevor felt ill. He tightened his grip
on the gun’s stock, and his breath came way too fast as he scanned the yard for
The only reason he’d survived
that other night was because a goddess had intervened. He didn’t figure he’d be
that lucky twice. Besides, the supernatural creatures seemed to have other
things on their minds. He’d cornered Elidora a couple days before to ask what
was wrong. The Carlisle witch-woman mumbled something cryptic in Celtic Gaelic.
Trying to decipher it after she left, he wondered if the Dreaming might not be under Demon attack.
Standing on the bottom step,
with the comforting bulk of the house behind him, Trevor tried reaching out
with all his senses. At first, the frantic beat of his heart drumming in his
ears overwhelmed everything else. He forced himself to take some steadying
breaths. Somewhere between them, he caught a sense of something not quite right,
and the fine hairs on the nape of his neck quivered. He peered anxiously around
the familiar yard, illuminated by strands of sunlight peeking through fluffy
clouds. Nothing moved. In an effort to be methodical, he shifted his gaze from
left to right, then back again.
something hiding in the trees? That’s what they did last time. A vision of the Goblin that had jumped
Brad rose unbidden, and Trevor bit hard on his lower lip. “No Goblins,” he
mumbled. “They haven’t been here since that night. No reason they should come
Bolstered somewhat by the sound
of his own voice, he straightened his back, seeking courage to move away from
the house. None of the animals were making any unusual noises like they would
if they were frightened. Whatever had stirred up the goats before must have
left. He checked the safety—clicking it off with fingers that weren’t as steady
as he might have liked—and patted his pocket for the spare magazines Brad had
shoved into his hand, the last of the ammunition for the automatic rifle.
“Best get moving,” he muttered,
striding purposefully across the yard. He glanced from side to side to reassure
himself no one else was there. Deciding to check the barn first, since it was
closest to the house, he altered course. When he got there, he unlatched the
door and pushed it open.
“Mary, mother of God,” he
gasped and fell back a step, as he took in a scene out of the nine levels of Dante’s Inferno. Something—or
someone—had slaughtered the goats. Blood was everywhere. The floor was slick
with it, and it blotched the walls. Nausea roiled through him. Trevor struggled
not to vomit. A muted bleat came from somewhere. As he sought its source, a kid
crept from under one of the corpses mewling piteously.
“Poor thing.” Trevor reached
down to stroke the small creature. It shook as it nuzzled his hand. He wondered
how it had escaped, then realized its mother must have thrown herself atop her
child. The reality of what the carnage meant hit home. He tasted fear, bitter
and acrid. A metallic taste filled his mouth, burning its way deep into his
There are Goblins here. There must be. No animal could have done this and
latched the door behind him.
Trevor’s head snapped up. He
felt sure he heard something, its feet slogging through the mud. Lurching to
the still-open barn door, he opened fire, swinging the weapon in a broad swath,
while trying to avoid firing directly at the house. He still didn’t see
anything, but he knew in his guts he wasn’t alone. Hadn’t been since he set
foot in the yard. That was why he felt so odd. He fired another burst, hoping
against hope to hit something.
A shriek, and then another,
assailed him. It sounded like someone was being murdered five feet away. He
twisted wildly from side to side, but didn’t see a thing. His mind rebelled at
the contradiction. He lunged to pick up the kid and make a run for the house,
but something closed about him from behind. Panting hot and fast, he swung the
gun barrel sideways to hit whatever was there, but didn’t have enough reach.
Laughter brayed. The same
damned, maniacal laughter he’d heard the last time Goblins showed up. A cloying
miasma, reminiscent of road kill lying in the sun too long, clogged his
Even though he still couldn’t
see what had him, steel bands wrapped around his chest. Breathing became
difficult. He considered yelling for Brad, but didn’t want either the crippled
detective or, God forbid, Lara, anywhere near what was happening to him. Fear
clawed at his belly. The edges of his vision grayed as his oxygen supply
“For bloody fuck’s sake, I’m
going to die here,” he growled, just before the darkness swirling ever closer
dragged him downward…
"The shadows hadn't been waiting. The
shadows had been invited."
Genre: Paranormal Gothic Horror
Author(s): Clarissa Johal
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
Number of Pages: 255
After a painful breakup, Gwynneth Reese moves in with her best
friend and takes a job at a retirement home. She grows especially close to one
resident, who dies alone the night of a terrific storm. On the way home from
paying her last respects, Gwynneth is caught in another storm and is struck by
lightning. She wakes in the hospital with a vague memory of being rescued by a
mysterious stranger. Following her release from the hospital, the stranger
visits her at will and offers Gwynneth a gift--one that will stay the hands of
death. Gwynneth is uncertain whether Julian is a savior or something more
sinister... for as he shares more and more of this gift, his price becomes more
and more deadly.
A bolt of blue-white lightning snaked from the sky and hit
the ground in front of her. The thunderclap that shattered the air was
deafening. Gwynneth slammed on her brakes and skidded. It was a slow skid, or
it seemed to be. Spinning around and around in a circle, she felt like she was
watching herself from afar. Time felt like it was slowing. Oddly enough, she
found herself wondering if there would be white or red flowers on Hannah’s
casket. Or maybe none at all.
Gwynneth’s face smacked against the steering wheel. Reality
hit her along with the pain. She had forgotten to wear her seatbelt. She
pressed her fingers lightly to her throbbing temple and winced. “Shit!”
Thankfully, she was in one piece. Gwynneth opened the car door. Lightning lit
the area and bathed her senses in a flash of blue-white. Icy rain hit her
skin. Stupid! You left your jacket
back at the funeral home. She ran around the car and checked all the
tires. The back one was flat, and on top of that, her car was quite obviously
stuck in a ditch. “Great.” She had no spare tire, she knew that for sure. She
also had no idea which way led back to the retirement home. Her headlights cast
a weak glow through the rain. Soaked to the skin and shivering, Gwynneth peered
into the darkness. A muddy road meandered across saturated fields and off into
She sloshed back to her car and quickly turned the engine
off. She certainly didn’t need a dead battery on top of a flat tire. “Okay,
Gwen,” she said aloud, “you need to figure out what to do.” Rain ran in rivulets
down her face and her tie-dyed T-shirt stuck to her like a second skin. I’m a soggy, shivering rainbow. She
started to walk and cursed the fact that her cell phone wasn’t charged. Seth
was always bugging her about that. “Suck it up, Gwen. It rains in Oregon too.”
The inky blackness was disconcerting. Lightning intermittently illuminated the
area like the flash of a camera. A
snapshot of a road to nowhere. Gwynneth hoped that she was at least walking
in the right direction. Her teeth were chattering so hard she was in danger of
biting her own tongue. Thunder rolled up her spine and along her scalp like
Her thoughts wandered back to Hannah. A diary. I wonder what she wrote about? She wouldn’t read it, of course, it
was private. I’m sure she just wants
me to throw it away so her children don’t either. A pang of loss
sliced through the cold and Gwynneth shook it off. They had spent countless
hours chatting and Hannah never mentioned a diary. She bit her lip. If she
could only turn back time, Gwynneth would have told her how much their time
together had meant. Hannah had always encouraged her to start painting again,
but also understood why Gwynneth couldn’t.
A loud ‘crack’ sounded and an iridescent white light
surrounded her. Two things registered: a searing pain that ripped down her back
and the ground which seemed to be pulled away from her at an alarming speed.
* * *
Pain shot through the back of Gwynneth’s head as she opened
her eyes. Somebody was standing over her. She tried to focus on the face, but
it hurt too much. A cool hand slid across her forehead. She opened her eyes
Pale, almost white eyes. High cheekbones, aquiline nose, and
a well-shaped mouth. Long, white hair. Ageless. Beautiful, like a Michelangelo.
All of those details registered with clarity before agony ripped through her
body. She arched her back and cried out. The man murmured something into her
ear which she couldn’t understand. She could feel the vibration of his voice
and his breath on her neck as he gathered her in his arms. She opened her eyes
and saw lightning fork to the ground silently behind him. She blacked out
Lovely Reads "This book grabs you in
right away and hold your attention...I so loved this book and didn't put it
down until the very end."
Straight from the Library "The
characters are well drawn and likable....The action is fast paced-- I read the
book in one sitting."
Bex'n'Books "This is a spooky
thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat. You won't be able to put
it down because you must finish it to see what happens, even if it keeps you up
late at night to do so."
Bibliophilic Book Blog "STRUCK
will get beneath your skin from the very beginning. Gwen’s a likable character
with a difficult past and tenuous future after meeting Julian. I liked the
secondary characters, especially Fenten and Poppy. The characters were definitely
all well-developed and engaging."
About the Author:
Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper
aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When she’s not
listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking photographs of
gargoyles. She shares her life with her husband, two daughters and every stray
animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a wayward troll
will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.
*Member of the Author's Guild
Coming May 19, 2015 from Permuted Press
VOICES, a paranormal psychological horror
STRUCK, a paranormal gothic horror
(2014) Musa Publishing
*Winner of the Indie Book of the Day Award
BETWEEN, a story of the paranormal
(2012) Musa Publishing
*Second place in the Preditors and Editors Readers Poll 2012
*Paranormal Reads gives BETWEEN 4 out of 5 Bats
PRADEE, a young adult fantasy
*Second round finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award
PIGEONS, published in the literary journal Susurrus
THE ROPE, published in the literary journal Susurrus
rioting, plus shortages of fuel, food, and electricity lure demons across the
veil to invade Earth. Drawn by anarchy, they’re out of control, drunk on their
own power, and growing stronger by the day.
With her life
crumbling around her, Dr. Lara McInnis is reluctantly roped into channeling her unpredictable psychic talents to help a
detective who saved her from a psychopathic killer. Problem is, she’s still
quite the neophyte in terms of either summoning her magic, or bending it to do
much of anything. Her lack of skill strands her in the murky underbelly of a
world inhabited by dark forces.
Denoble may not be psychic, but his old blood gives him gifts as well. After years
of uncertainty, Lara is really and truly finally his. He’s determined to keep
her by his side, but she refuses to cooperate. The detective’s daughter is
trapped in darkness, and Lara insists on going after her—to a place barred to
Trevor. Not to be denied, he latches onto his Celtic blood and uncovers latent
power. No stranger to violence, more blood on his hands is a small price to pay
to keep the woman he loves safe.
…Fingers hesitant on the
keypad—the last thing she needed was another snag in a life that already felt
way too complicated—Lara entered the number. Seconds later, Detective Brad
Archer’s familiar voice answered, “Archer here. That you, Lara?”
“Yes,” she replied. Normally,
she’d have asked what he needed, but a part of her didn’t want to know.
Detective Archer had shot and wounded Ken Beauchamp, setting a string of events
into play that led to the man’s eventual capture. Since Beauchamp was dead,
Lara assumed Archer must want something from her—and pretty badly to call at
such an ungodly hour.
There was a pause, typical of
what law enforcement officers did when they thought they might have a reluctant
recruit on the other end of the phone. Lara’s stomach tightened, and she
relaxed her grip on the phone because her hand was cramping.
“I—I’m calling to ask a favor,
Dr. McInnis,” he began formally.
She girded herself for whatever
the request might be. Trev and I owe him
big time. If it’s a favor, I’ll have to at leasttry to help, even though I’m so overwhelmed with everything else I’m
“It’s my daughter, Adriana,”
Brad choked out, anguish blasting through the phone lines. “Lara—she’s
“That’s terrible! What
happened?” Shocked by his revelation, she sat up straighter in bed. More than
that, though, she was confused why he was calling her. “Don’t you have an
entire fleet of officers who hunt for missing persons?”
“Yes, we do. Even a couple
psychics. That’s the problem, Doctor, uh, Lara. Even with all that, they’ve
been hunting for her for almost a week and haven’t found a single lead.”
“How old is she?” Lara asked.
Warnings rained from her psychic side, but she ignored them.
“Seventeen.” Archer’s voice was
about an octave too high and strained.
“Maybe it’s not as bad as you
think,” Lara suggested gently. “After all, teenagers are notorious for this
sort of thing. Are you certain she didn’t run off with some boy? Or that she’s
not holed up with a girlfriend? Did you or your wife have a fight with her?”
“No fights, but I’m not sure
about either of the other two,” Brad admitted. “Look, Lara, I know you’re busy,
but I could really use your, ah, special abilities to help me.” He sighed
heavily, and his breath whistled from between what sounded like clenched teeth.
“There’s not even a fucking clue, Doctor. Not one. My men have worked this
thing to within an inch of its life.”
Tormented words tore out of
him. “Her car’s disappeared, which isn’t all that unusual in kidnapping cases,
but so have her motor vehicle and school records. Whatever happened to her, it
wiped her off the face of the Earth. Christ, her hospital birth records don’t
even exist anymore. And my wife…” He stopped, obviously struggling for control.
“She’s been sedated for the past three days. When she wakes up, she starts
screaming. Adriana was…is our only child.”
Lara closed her eyes. The
amulet hanging around her neck pricked unpleasantly. So there’s magic involved here.
“Yes, I’m still here. I’m
“Please.” The single word held
all the angst of a man caught in an ever-tightening web.
“Okay, I’ll meet you wherever
you want around noon.”
“I’ll come to you,” he said
quickly. “Your office?”
“Yes,” she replied. “If you
brought lunch, we could eat while we work.”
“No problem,” Archer replied.
“Thanks, Lara.” Before he rang off, she heard him crying, sobbing actually, in
great, gulping gasps. More than anything, that gave her pause. He was tough, a
twenty year veteran of the police force. Her fears about what she’d just agreed
to skyrocketed when the amulet—with its uncanny sensitivity to psychic events—radiated
disapproval by sending waves of bitter cold against her skin…