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CLAIMED BY THE KING

by Lorelei Moone
Shifters of Black Isle, #1
Publication Date: July 20, 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance, Shifters, Novella, Standalone

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SYNOPSIS

Abandoned by her people, a young woman was being sent to her doom.

Kelly was going to be a prisoner; a slave. At least that’s what she thought as she waited for the mysterious giants that lived on the Black Isles to claim her. A human sacrifice, once every eight years. That’s what it took to keep mankind safe from these savages.

The human would ensure the survival of his bloodline. Whether he liked it or not.

Broc’s reign as King of the Black Isles had lasted seven years already. That was a long time to go without a queen and therefore, an heir. He knew what he had to do; to claim the human offering and make her his own.

When they met, it changed everything. A glimmer of hope, even of love, in unexpected places. But life on the Black Isles was far from simple. And there were powerful secrets, yet to be uncovered, that could change everything yet again.

Claimed by the King is the first in Lorelei Moone’s brand new fantasy romance series, Shifters of Black Isle. Shifters, magic and relatable characters; set in a mysterious, distant land, where anything seems possible, and yet all its inhabitants hold dear could be destroyed in an instant.

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Chapter 1

Once in every eight springs, a girl will be put forth by one of the coastal regions. A peace offering, a condition of the truce between the Giant Warriors of Black Isle and the men of the mainland.

  1. No one shall remain with the offering when the time comes.
  2. None shall attempt to lay eyes on or follow the giants.
  3. No girl shall ever come home, or her village shall feel the giants’ wrath.

By this ritual we are bound, so long as our truce may last.

My life is over.

Kelly sat down with her head in hear hands, making sure she could no longer see the eerily dancing shadows created by the candle on the kitchen table.

They never did waste much time between the lottery and the banishing.

Perhaps that’s for the best, Kelly thought. If I had a lot of time to think about this, perhaps I’d be less likely to cooperate.

Of course, she still wasn’t willing to accept her fate, no, she had other plans.

After dusk, she would be left on the shores of the Northern Sea, tied up to the strong wooden post erected solely for this purpose, until the giants claimed her.

Perhaps they wouldn’t like her. Perhaps they’d leave her behind, demanding a prettier, daintier candidate? Kelly could only hope as much. Or perhaps her ties would be loose enough to wriggle free, allowing her to run before the giants even arrived.

Ever since her mother passed when she was only eight years old, she hadn’t felt this alone in the world. Her father had betrayed her. He was meant to keep her safe, those were her mother’s last words. Keep Kelly and Ferris from harm, swear it to me.

Instead, what has happened under the watchful eye of their father? She’d been chosen in the lottery.

It’s an honor, he had said. Your sacrifice ensures the safety of our people for the next eight summers.

Kelly was to be made into a prisoner and slave, never to be seen again by her people, all of whom were just pleased none of their own daughters were chosen. She’d never got along with most of the villagers, most of whom took great pleasure in pointing out that her mother’s death was God’s punishment or other such nonsense. Kelly wasn’t lady-like enough apparently. As a child she’d played with the boys out in the field rather than stayed at home and helped with the housework. If that was sinful enough to warrant her own mother’s death, then she wanted nothing to do with such a God, or the feeble-minded people who believed in him. Of course she could have never said that aloud or they would have branded her a witch and punished her. So she had kept these thoughts to herself all these years.

And yet, she was chosen to protect those same people. Oh, the irony. She would love to see their faces when they realized that there’d be hell to pay for her upcoming escape. All those years playing with the boys would pay off. Now that she had reached a full eighteen years of age, Kelly wasn’t half as weak as most girls she’d grown up with.

A horn blew in the distance, signaling that her wait was over.

It was time.

Her father opened the kitchen door, his weather beaten face tense – the only indication so far that he even cared what happened to her. An honor. What a joke.

He’d get over the loss of his first born daughter soon enough, at least he still had a son to focus on.

Ferris would miss her the most. Three years younger than she was, he’d always looked up to his big sister with admiration rather than the disdain others had shown her. She had been there for him more like a mother than a sibling, making sure there was food to eat, clothes to wear, even toys to play with.

Their father had never realized that he had been suffering the most after their mother had passed. While father had stuck to his same old routine; heading off to the tavern after nightfall, as though nothing had ever changed, she had been there for Ferris.

Yes, Ferris would come looking for her as soon as he realized what had happened.

Father had conveniently sent him off on some merchant ship as a deckhand only weeks before the lottery. As if he’d known what would happen…

“Kelly. Our fate lies in your hands.” Her father waved her forward with an outstretched arm.

She hesitated for a moment, but took a deep breath and finally got up.

“Yes, father.”

Mother, I wish you were here. Kelly swallowed hard.

“Come in,” Father called out.

A group of villagers made their way inside the cramped little kitchen. They surrounded Kelly, who had already assumed the position expected of her: her arms were crossed behind her back, ready to be tied. They wouldn’t take any chances, because in the heat of panic, many an offering had attempted to flee in the past.

Oh, Mother. Why did you have to leave me to this fate?

Kelly’s eyes stung uncomfortably, though she tried not to let it show. A cold gust of wind from outside dried her tears.

As soon as the rough ropes were tightened painfully around her wrists, it was time to head towards the shore. A long procession had already formed outside Kelly’s modest family home, which in this dimmed light looked like nothing more but a dilapidated shack.

Of the sun, already vanished behind the mountain ranges towards the west, remained nothing but a reddish glow.

Fittingly gloomy, Kelly thought.

A few wisps of clouds did nothing to conceal the full moon shining down on Kelly’s march towards her doom.

Towards the front of the procession two drummers would set the pace for everyone. Some of the villagers carried torches, deep shadows cast over their solemn faces, making it seem like they were wearing masks. These were not the features of the ordinary folk of West Hythe. Tonight, everything had changed. More change was yet to come.

Kelly lowered her head as she stepped forward, positioning herself between the butcher and the tanner, two of the strongest, most impressive men of her village. Their function was ceremonial as well as practical during this ritual: supposedly they’d ensure she was delivered to the right people, and not snatched by anyone on the way to the beach. Actually, it was more likely they were there to prevent her from bolting out of fear.

The drums started to roll, before settling into a comfortable marching pace and the procession started to move. Kelly resisted for a split second, before being hauled forward by the butcher on her right.

Fine. I’m going.

The march was short, Kelly’s house was one of the few outside the village limits nearer the shoreline, and yet in her perception it seemed to last forever. With each step, her legs felt heavier.

But soon enough, the outlines of the misty Black Isles came into view in the distance, illuminated only by moonlight. The crisp cold sea shimmered in the light, like diamonds. Not that Kelly had ever seen a real diamond before, but she’d heard it said they were even shinier than fresh ice.

A glimmer of curiosity overcame her. That’s where she was headed; if she was to believe the stories. What secrets did those dark rocks out in the Northern Sea hide? Nothing good, for sure.

The villagers surrounding her had initially seemed calm and reserved, but now on the rocky beach, their faces had become tenser, more nervous. Typical, Kelly thought, I’m the one being served up to the barbaric giants, and they’re the ones who are scared.

The butcher’s large, calloused hands seemed to be trembling slightly as he attached the rope from Kelly’s wrist to the huge iron ring on the half-eroded sacrificial post. He didn’t even meet Kelly’s gaze, which despite the incoming darkness were burning with anger and betrayal. Her earlier tears had long faded in the harsh wind. All that remained was a growing urge to fight.

She’d find a way to escape. She had to.

“Sorry, lass. May God be with ya,” he whispered, before joining the procession again, ready to retreat back to the village.

Kelly pressed her lips together. God had nothing to do with what was happening here. She watched scornfully as everyone backed away.

It was one of the rules of the ritual. No one shall remain with the offering. None shall lay eyes on the giants when they collect their prize.

Those rules were now etched into Kelly’s mind, so often had she heard the stories. Every eight years, one of the coastal villages will put forth an offering. As prescribed, none of the girls had been seen since they were left at this exact spot.

This had been going on for as long as anyone in the village – even the elders- could remember.

All those lives ruined by such an archaic and stupid ritual!

There hadn’t even been any sighting, any evidence that giants still roamed the Black Isles. None, except that the sacrificial post was always found empty the morning after an offering. Anyone could have taken those girls. Who knew what had become of them.

Kelly glared at the retreating villagers, last of whom her father, who looked back once, but then hurried on home, or more likely, towards the tavern.

Bloody cowards, the lot of them.

How convenient to have a rule that nobody was allowed to stay and watch. Who knew who these giants actually were? Whether they even existed.

The last torch flickered away over the dune surrounding the beach, and the sound of the drum faded into the distance. The ritual was over, life could go on as normal until eight years from now when another girl was to be chosen from a neighboring village.

But for Kelly, the night was far from over.

A dense fog had rolled in from the Northern Sea, covering the beach like a damp blanket. Kelly blinked a few times, but was unable to see a thing. How long had she been here for? Minutes, hours? It was impossible to tell, although dawn still seemed impossibly far away.

Mother, don’t leave me here.

Kelly’s eyelids grew too heavy to remain open.

My darling, rest. You’ll need it, a familiar voice seemed to say.

Mother! Was she dreaming already?

The regular crashing of waves had already hypnotized her. One could only be upset for so long, until it took a toll. Kelly tried her best to lift the heavy blanket of exhaustion; to stay alert. But it was hopeless. It would take a lot more than some fog to scare her awake.

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ABOUT LORELEI MOONE

Lorelei Moone is an author of paranormal / fantasy romance based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.

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You Only Live Once – Sale Blast and Giveaway

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Humorous Thriller
Date Published: March 21, 2018
Publisher: Imajin Books
 
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On sale for .99 from June 15-30th
Synopsis: James Flynn is an expert shot, a black belt in karate, and irresistible to women. He’s also a heavily medicated patient in a Los Angeles psychiatric hospital. Flynn believes his locked ward is the headquarters of Her Majesty’s Secret Service and that he is a secret agent with a license to kill.
When the hospital is acquired by a new HMO, Flynn is convinced that the Secret Service has been infiltrated by the enemy. He escapes to save the day, and in the process, Flynn kidnaps a young Hispanic orderly named Sancho.
This crazy day trip turns into a very real adventure when Flynn is mistaken for an actual secret agent. Paranoid delusions have suddenly become reality, and now it’s up to a mental patient and a terrified orderly to bring down an insecure, evil genius bent on world domination.
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Haris Orkin is a novelist, playwright, screenwriter, and game writer. His play, Dada was produced at The American Stage and the La Jolla Playhouse. Sex, Impotence, and International Terrorism was chosen as a critic’s choice by the L.A. Weekly and sold as a film script to MGM/UA. His original screenplay, A Saintly Switch, was directed by Peter Bogdanovich and starred David Alan Grier and Vivica Fox. He is a WGA Award and BAFTA Award nominated game writer and narrative designer known for Command and Conquer: Red Alert 3, Call of Juarez: Gunslinger, Tom Clancy’s The Division, Mafia 3, and Dying Light, which to date has sold over 7.5 million copies.
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The Palm Reader – Blitz

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A Jackson Walker Thriller
Thriller, Suspense
Publisher: Koehler Books
Release Date: June 20, 2018
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Jackson Walker once again faces his demons in this haunting sequel to Devil in the Grass.
Now working as an investigative lawyer for Peter Robertson, Jack teams with Janie Callaghan to solve the disappearance of a sleazy client specializing in taboo pornography. Meanwhile the evil head of the Church of Satan weaves an intricate web to lure Walker as the sacrificial lamb in an Everglades Black Mass ritual.
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Publisher: Koehler Books
Published: March 2016
When his pro football career fails, Jackson Walker returns to his home in southwest Florida to sort out his life. He lands an internship with Republican state senator James Hunter, whose Clean Water Bill puts him at odds with influential members of The Brotherhood of Set, a Satanic cult. They have deep roots in Florida, and are led by the sinister Henrietta LePley.
After Walker begins a relationship with a member of the Brotherhood, he is framed for the horrific killing of two elderly people. To clear his name, Jackson turns to his Seminole family to evade the police and a particularly nasty bunch of malevolent characters who specialize in the disposal of dead bodies. The Everglades provides an ancient and frightening setting for the unfolding action that will prove whether Jackson Walker will pull himself free from the dark evil that lurks there.
PRAISE FOR THE JACKSON WALKER SERIES
“Bowron has a great ‘voice’ in spinning these complex and intelligent plotlines all together, and if you like thrillers with an edge, you’ll enjoy this one” –Nicola Flood, Goodreads; Indie Book Reviewers
 
“Devil in the Grass is a brilliantly plotted and chilling read!” –Booklover Catlady
 
“A snappy, scary premise executed with skill against the backdrop of the Florida Everglades.” –Ron Base, Author of The Sanibel Sunset Detective Series
 
“A fast-paced, action-packed thriller. Highly recommended!” –The Columbia Review
 
.” . . an absolutely gripping novel.” –Beach Bound Book Reviews
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Christopher Bowron’s roots stretch back four generations in historic Niagara-on-the-Lake, voted the prettiest town in Canada. He owns a bachelor of arts from Brock University and is a lover of wine and all sports including salt water fishing, which usually finds its way into his writing. Thrillers, Mystery and Historical Fiction top his reading list. He and his wife Carmen have a second residence in southwest Florida where he has spent a good part of his life since childhood. Southwest Florida and the Everglades is the backdrop for his first novel, Devil in the Grass, published by Köehler Books, which in 2016 became a #1 Best Seller on Amazon.
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Catharsis – Blitz

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Fantasy, Adventure
Date Published:  December 2016
The Unleashing of the Unconscious Conflicts of Michael Anthony
Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
 
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Catharsis is a story about a young black man trying to escape life in the United States of America and finding himself, love, and purpose in the wonderland of his mind. Michael Anthony, the main character, evolves from a most naive to a man of the world who is lost and alone. Along the way, he journeys to many places of wonder, meeting many people of color and temperament, and learning a lot about himself and life and living and love.
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Mr. Michael Tyler was born in Richmond, VA, on the twelfth of March in the 1950 (he was only nine months old). He was reared in an environment full of racial and geopolitical fear. Black people were afraid of and hated White people, White people feared and hated Black people, and everyone was afraid that the USSR was going to blow up the world. Thus, life was tense and everyone was angry and trying to escape via God, the movies, vacationing, or drugs or alcohol or both. The cheapest escape was the church. Mr. Tyler took the cheapest route when he was baptized in the Cedar Street Memorial Baptist Church at the young age of twelve. At the age of eighteen, he graduated from Armstrong High School in June of 1968 and continued his post secondary education at the University of Science, Music, and Culture (USMC, campus of Vietnam). In 1972, Mr. Tyler attended Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU) and graduated with a baccalaureate in 1975. That same year, Mr. Tyler furthered his education by attending the University of Science and Agriculture (USA, campus of Europa). He acquired his Master of Arts degree in 2003 from the University of the District of Columbia (UDC, DC campus). Mr. Tyler, a handsome young, mature, and intelligent man is presently employed as an academician in Prince George’s County, Maryland. Catharsis is Mr. Tyler’s attempt at capturing some of his thoughts and experiences during the early years of his life.
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Daddy’s World – Release Reboot

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Daddy’s World from Ava Sinclair.

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What reviewers are saying about Daddy’s World:

  • … a great utopian story it really is worthwhile reading.
  • A well written story with strong characters and an interesting and unique storyline.
  • … the premises is a bit out of left field but it is so well written that it’s a blast to read.

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I’m aware that my legs are spread in this position, which has me tilted towards the floor, that the air of the room is caressing the inner labia that must be visible between the spread outer lips of my pussy. I’m also aware that despite the pain, I am growing wetter by the second.

“Such a bad, bad girl,” Roman says, his spanks now landing three at a time on first the middle left buttock and then the right. “Such a bad, naughty girl.”

I wriggle, trying to position myself so I can stop the onslaught of stinging spanks and close my thighs, as if that will somehow halt the flow of arousal. Has he seen? Is this why he’s calling me a bad, bad girl?

I have never felt such deep humiliation, nor such exposure, nor such vulnerability.

“Hold still, little one. I’m not finished with you. Only a cherry red bottom will teach such a naughty girl not to lie.”

“It hurts, Daddy! Stop!” The words are pushed out by a flood of tears, but with them comes a deep fluttering low in my core. What is happening to me? I’m sobbing, but I’m also moaning. I’m hurting but I’m also cresting a wave of pleasure that does not belong here, that should not be. I’m mortified and confused. “Oh, Daddy! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Daddy!”

His hand falls again, but this time it stops, the weight of his warm palm molded to the burning expanse of my bottom. It’s just like my dream—the pain, the contrition, the humiliation—but there’s an element of surprise to it, a richness, like the first time I tasted the trifle. It feels surreal.

“Let it out, Kit,” he urges. “This is what I’m here for, to let you be both a child and a woman. You can be both with me.”

I feel something else then. The hand on my bottom moves, the finger slipping lower to find my pussy, the inner lips slick and engorged with need. I feel myself arch towards his touch, like a flower towards the heat of the sun. His finger teases, brushing lightly until my little girl cries are mixed with the groans of a woman’s deepest unspoken need.

“Please…” I say, looking back at him. The man I see is a man in charge of himself, of me. He’s controlled as he strokes my pussy, petting it, drawing even more slickness from within so that my inner thighs are coated, and the room is perfumed with my soft musk.

“What do you want, little one? Tell Daddy?”

I think of the picture of Mary, standing in the corner with her red bottom. The book never showed her going over her daddy’s lap, but in the next frame the love between them was apparent. And I know now that its presence in my personal library was no accident, just as the illustration with the ambiguously aged Mary was no accident. Mary found happiness in her submission, but it did not change her. Her daddy did not want to change her.

I know what I want, but I can’t put it into words. I can only arch towards his hand, and when his finger pushes into me this time, I weep again, but with joy. He is careful as he moves his fingers in and out.

“More. I want more. Please…” I’m shameless, pushing my hips back against his fingers, wanting the forbidden touch of the hand that just spanked me.

“Just a little,” he says. “We mustn’t spoil you completely. Not yet…”

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“Kit is one of the last holdouts of a female-led resistance to our government’s utopian vision. I’m her last hope. But to save this Rebel, I’m going to have to give her something she’s never had: the firm guidance and nurturing of a daddy.

The colony of Paternas was built to reform women like Kit, who raised themselves in the shelled remnants of a city called the Warrens. I want to give her the childhood she missed. I know it won’t be easy. She’s never known love. She’s never known discipline. She’s never been spanked. She’s never really laughed. She’s never really cried. I intend to change that.

Ultimately, I intend to make her my wife. But there’s another reason I’m doing this. The utopian world of New Bethel, which sees itself as an ideal world in the wake of a global disaster isn’t perfect. I’ll eventually need Kit’s help to change it, but first I have to earn her obedience.”

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Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

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