Ever since magic caused his mother’s death, Ha-Neul, crown prince of Balhae, hates witches and the magic they wield. He has instituted harsh laws against all magic users.
Lisa is a young witch working undercover as a servant in his palace, hoping to gain freedom for her people. The last thing the two expect is to fall in love. But when Ha-Neul learns that Lisa is not only a witch, but the daughter of the Prince of Vires, land of witches, he banishes her. Distracted by heartbreak, he is caught off-guard by a military coup.
In hiding and on the run, Ha-Neul swallows his pride and travels with his siblings to Vires, planning to beg Lisa’s aid, only to learn that she has mysteriously vanished.
Now his only hope in reclaiming his kingdom and reuniting with Lisa lies in the remote Northern Mountains, a country no one has ever penetrated and rumored home of a powerful magic source. There, Ha-Neul learns that a being powerful beyond comprehension has been carefully guiding his destiny. But if Ha-Neul can’t let go of his hatred of all things magic, and accept the new path offered to him, it will mean the destruction of his entire world.
Adam Gowans is the youngest of five Air Force brats, out of which his siblings have voted him the weirdest. He loves anything that deals with stories, including movies, novels, television dramas, music, video games, manga/manhwa, and webtoons.
In his mid-twenties, he lived and taught English in South Korea for four years before returning to the States to live, like many LDS authors, in Utah.
His first novel is On Angelic Wings, which has a planned sequel, but the sequel will be released after two other novels that are calling for his attention.
Ha-Neul stood at the corral, watching as Ha-Na ran a horse through a course of jumps. Several of her other nain stood by, watching alongside the stable master. Lisa stood a little apart from the other nain for a few minutes before breaking away to go into the stables. Intrigued that she would leave, Ha-Neul excused himself from his entourage, leaving his horse’s reins in his chamsagwan’s hand, to follow her. He watched as she bypassed all the docile horses and walked to a stall where a white-and-black-spotted mare tramped restlessly. As she approached the horse, it quieted and waited for her. She stroked the horse’s nose a few times before encircling her hands about its neck and resting her cheek against its nose. Both let out a deep sigh.
“I thought she wasn’t broken,” he said.
The mare backed away, and Lisa bolted upright, turning to face him. Then the horse went back to irritably tramping around its stall, making him wish he hadn’t interrupted the moment.
“Wangseja-Mama.” She bowed. When she rose from the bow, her eyes flitted around to his shoulders, his arms, and his chest, which stood out more prominently in his riding gear. A light heat started to bloom in his chest until she looked back up at his face, her expression hardening more than it ever had in the few times he had seen her in Ha-Na’s or Su’s company.
“So the mare is tame?” he asked to be conversational and to try to dispel the awkwardness.
“No, Wangseja-Mama. As you can see, she is not.” Her voice was cooler than usual.
“But she let you touch her,” he pointed out with interest.
Lisa’s cool, focused look slipped and a wistful smile appeared. “We just understand each other.” Her smile disappeared as the coolness returned. “Those who want their freedom will fight harder the more you try to control them.” She turned to leave after a brief bow, but her words intrigued him even more, and he stopped her with his words.
“What do you mean exactly when you say ‘want’?”
She looked back at him, then turned to face him. “I mean precisely what I said.”
… “I wasn’t entirely sure for the past couple of weeks, but now I’m convinced. You hate me,” he searched her face, looking deep into her eyes.
Lisa laughed, but it held no warmth, no amusement. “Yes, it is difficult for me to conceal it when you are in front of me.”
“Why?” His voice was a little soft, and his chest felt cold.
“Because you’re a monster.” Lisa spoke in Haeche.
He never believed he could see her countenance sour as much as it did at that moment. She no longer hid the extent of her hate for him, and it terrified him. …
“You call yourself human, yet you seek to totally dehumanize a group of people—no, not dehumanize them, but make them the lowest scum of the planet—untouchable, unworthy to converse with, something to be exterminated.”
“Really!” she laughed again. The stable was quiet. Fear hung thick in the air as fury radiated from her. “Where will you end your campaign against witches? When you have punished their supporters to the point they are too frightened to help? Once the witches have left their homeland? The one they have occupied far longer than your people occupied ancient Balhae? Please, tell me when it will end!”
His own anger surged, overcoming his fear of her hatred for him. “Those lands no longer belong to them.”
“It belongs to them, and they to it. Your claim is infinitesimal compared to theirs.”
“I am wangseja of the country!”
“You are wangseja only because the last dynasty set your gajok above theirs hundreds of years ago. You are one person—just like everyone else on Dunia—with the same potential for good or evil, and you choose evil disguised under the name of good.”
“Why do you care so much? You are nothing but a nain who wants to be a musuri!”
“I know you’ve seen my file, and I don’t care what you think of me because I know you will show no respect for me. Your view of what is human is skewed. All who live in the northern territories know it. You are a joke, Wangseja”—she spat his title with such venom he almost recoiled, even in the midst of his own fury—“among those people, and I will tell you this one thing.” She paused for the briefest of moments, her presence dominating everything around him. “The more you fight against Vires—against those witches—the more the other territories and those sympathetic with witches will rise against you.”
A sense of dread chilled his body. “You mean the northern Balhaens.”
“And you are certain of this?” His anger simmered underneath the sheen of calm about the implication that the territory and the northern Balhaens in his employ might betray him.
Neither fish nor fowl, every immigrant threads the needle between being one of “us” versus one of “them.” The plot is both a fantasy and an exercise in exploring ways in which recent African immigrants and African-Americans recognize and embrace each other’s cultural differences.
In Harlem, the mecca of black America, immigrants of every complexion live side by side with the descendants of slaves. The story begins with a description of how bullies belittle the twins, Bilal and Nawaal, who are of Nigerian descent. Grandpa Abram and their mother, Ola, do not know how to help the children.
Out of nowhere, a mysterious figure, Abekepi appears, and this fantastic piper offers to rid the neighborhood of bullies for a crazy reward. What follows is an intriguing, and sometimes unsettling, weaving of social themes, in which a supernatural being intervenes to turn the struggles of a single mother and her twins into triumph.
About the Author
Zeena Nackerdien obtained a Ph.D. degree in Biochemistry from the University of Stellenbosch in South Africa. Zeena has been a research chemist at the National Institute of Standards and Technology in Maryland and a senior research associate at The Rockefeller University in New York. She is the author of several publications in scientific journals and has also written many books in different genres. As a scientist turned patient advocate and writer, she is intensely interested in building relationships with people from different cultures through story-telling and education. Zeena currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
Emory is a humble kitchen servant intent on working hard so he can continue to earn his daily crust of bread. It is a thankless, back-breaking job, but it is exactly where Emory wants to be. In the magnificent West Quay castle. Because that is where the incredibly handsome, extremely talented Crown Prince Riffyn lives. The beautiful, kind, and attentive man stole Emory’s heart years before when he rescued him and his mother from a band of thieves. Now Emory’s only wish is to be close, so he can simply admire and serve the man.
But a great evil walks the halls of the castle, and Emory stumbles on a heinous plot to not only kill the prince but a possible plan to overthrow the Kingdom. A wicked scheme that includes the use of magic. Of course, being a lowly servant, no one believes Emory when he tries to raise the alarm, including the prince, who has been commanded to choose a bride now, or one will be chosen for him. Even as Emory’s heart breaks for his prince, he has to find a way to save him. But how, when no one, not even the king, the prince’s own father, can be trusted?
About the Author
Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.
It’s been over 400 years since humanity has had to face the fact that the creatures from myths and legends from all over the world are real. Fast forward to current day, and the Dark Fey city of Arrana, built upon the ruins of what was once called Berlin, is a thriving metropolis, and home to its greatest Apothecary – Zelena Minasorcha.
Zelena’s life runs as smoothly as a well-oiled machine, that is until she meets the gorgeous Fey woman, Cyrene. Captivated by her strange aura and otherworldly beauty, Zelena finds herself entangled in Cyrene’s mission to find an ancient artifact. A treasure which has the deadly potential to wipe out Zelena’s entire family.
It’s now a race against time, as Zelena and Cyrene are not the only interested parties, and those others will stop at nothing to take the treasure and use its powers for genocide.
Can Zelena protect her family, and still keep the woman she loves?
About the Author
Merciella Heartstorm is an Australian author of speculative fiction featuring LGBTQIA+ characters with real stories that focus on more than just the romance! She lives in Western Australia with her beautiful wifey who’s also her submissive. She has two incorrigible furbaby cavvies and a transgender chicken. That’s a story for later though!
She identifies as asexual, panromantic, and proudly feminist. In her perfect world, everyone would be free to be themselves, and all would be treated with equal respect. Humanity may not live in it yet, but everyone has a say in what the world becomes. Everyone does what they can, and together we all move that little bit closer.
When she’s not busy weaving rich tales of fantasy and science fiction, she’s finding some other way to create things of beauty whether drawings, sculptures, or fairy gardens! She is an active member of her kink community and can be seen at the occasional Nefarious event. When not creating, she’s having some downtime dominating submissive men who get a thrill being under her heel. With mutual consent, naturally!
Her dream is to be a full-time writer and creator of her arts so she can bring a little fantasy to the world, and most especially, to those who need it.
If you love her books, share them far and wide, so she can continue writing them full time!
When Hannah Daley left her family’s ranch, she had dreams of happily ever after with her rodeo star prince. Fast forward ten years and she finds herself trudging along a snowy deserted road trying to make it back home. Broken, tired and a little embarrassed she had let a spring snow storm get the better of her she was relieved to finally see a pair of headlights approaching her. If only she could convince the driver to give her a ride to the ranch and manage not to get killed by a mass murderer.
Luke Blackstone had been sent on a mission to retrieve the prodigal daughter of Colt and Mary Daley. Her flight had landed in Cheyenne hours previously and there had been no sight of her. All they knew was she had rented a car at the airport with cash. When he saw the shadowy figure hunkered down in a thin hooded jacket, he figured it would the impertinent and impetuous rancher’s daughter. Head strong and never thinking about much of anything but herself, she wouldn’t have even considered her parents’ worry knowing she was out in this mess.
Hannah and Luke had always butted heads and tossed barbs at each other. It was no different when she found herself working for her father’s new foreman. He was a pompous jerk and she wasn’t about to let him chase her off now that she was back home. Besides, she had nowhere else that was safe for her to go until her divorce was final and she was free from the prince turned pig.
Luke knew that Hannah had a propensity for getting herself in trouble and he was going to do everything he could to keep her safe. Even though he’d like to turn her over his knee and give her the spanking of a lifetime to teach her a lesson. But he was a gentleman, and for some reason saving Hannah was something he didn’t mind doing.
About the Author
Teresa Keefer is an indie romance author who has been reading since she was 4-years old. Teresa also writes erotica under Autumn Drake and will be releasing her first political thriller in early 2019 under the name of Ann Nevada.
Teresa holds an MBA in Human Resources and has been in the human resource profession for over 25 years. A woman with many interests, she balances out her life by gardening, cooking and studying spiritualism.