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Rom Com, Urban Fantasy

Date Published: November 15, 2024

 

 

Michael has enrolled at The Familiar Training Academy to be paired with the
familiar who’ll be at his side for life. Only, the Academy has chosen
to put him with their problem child. And he’s supposed to teach her
obedience?

Danine hangs out with wild raccoons and has no intention of taking orders.
But Michael makes the bond so sweet, she has to stick around for more. When
a class project gets her lost in a charmed forest, will he find her?

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EXCERPT

 

For some reason, the administrator was nervous. As a brand-new student,
Michael Bedford should have been the anxious one. After all, he was entering
the Familiar Training Academy as a rank amateur sorcerer. The coursework
would test even the brightest students, and he’d have to take charge
of a familiar.

As of right now, he had no idea what sort of person they’d linked him
to. And not just person. His familiar would also be a shifter… able
to change into an animal. She could be any species at all, and within
minutes of meeting her, he’d have to bond with her physically.

No pressure there, right? Wrong. He was going to have to perform with a
perfect stranger. He’d never had a problem in that area, but this was
different. In fact, he’d been looking forward to it ever since
he’d received the acceptance letter from the Academy. How they got
along now would color the rest of their time together, probably until one of
them died.

“Um.” The administrator cleared his throat. “We’ve
sent folks to find Danine. She should be here any minute.”

“Can you tell me more about her?” Like what kind of creature
he’d be taking to bed as soon as she arrived.

“Danine is… well… special to all of us,” the
administrator said.

“How special?”

“Bear in mind, our selection was based on quantitative measures of
your personality and needs,” the man said. “Highly
scientific.”

Something was definitely off here. The man was dodging Michael’s
questions. Had their measurements paired him with something truly
unpalatable? Maybe a banana slug or dung beetle. Maybe something dangerous
like one of those frogs indigenous people used to make poison for their
darts. If he licked her at the wrong time, he might end up dead. Or stoned
out of his mind.

“Let’s try this another way,” Michael said. “Is she
animal, vegetable, or mineral?”

“Ha-ha. Good one.” The man fidgeted with his pen.
“She’s definitely animal.”

Brother. At least they were narrowing it down. “Mammal or marsupial?
Feline? Canine? Ungulate? She’s not venomous, is she?”

Laughter again, this time high pitched. “Not at all, and she’s
had all her shots.” The man continued to laugh, this time at his own
joke. It hadn’t been all that funny.

“Then, we’re talking mammal,” Michael said.

“I must stress that you are the sorcerer here and she the familiar.
She needs to obey you. Obedience in all things.” Michael had never
expected a woman to obey him. If he was lucky, a woman might agree with him,
but in his experience, trying to boss a woman around was only asking for
trouble.

“Oh, my.” The man checked his watch. “She knew she was
supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago. Where is she?”

“Maybe I should come back at another time.” And miss out on
bonding, at least for now. Damn it. He’d counted on settling into his
rooms here with some really good sex. As long as he didn’t have to do
it with a banana slug.

Finally, a scratching came at the window, like claws against the glass. The
administrator looked in that direction. “Well, here she is
now.”

Michael glanced over to find a raccoon balanced precariously on the
windowsill. It continued to swipe at the glass with its paws. The
administrator got up, went to the window, and opened it with some effort.
The buildings were old here, and no doubt things got stuck.

“Where have you been?” the administrator demanded.
“Bedford has been here for a good fifteen minutes.”

“Twenty,” Michael corrected, although his watch said it was
more like twenty-five. The raccoon sniffed a bit, sampling the air
for… what? Human scent? Michael’s? Raccoon faces didn’t
give much away. Then, it climbed down into the room and approached the chair
next to Michael’s. It left a trail of dirty paw prints all the way
across the floor.

“Danine, this is Michael Bedford, your new master,” the
administrator said.

About the Author

Alice Gene likes her romance hot.  She writes in a number of different
genres, including paranormal, historical, and contemporary.  As Alice
Gaines, she’s a USA Today bestselling author.

Alice has a PhD from UC Berkeley and lives in an apartment the size of a
postage stamp in Oakland.  She loves knitting, singing in her church
choir, and funking out with Tower of Power. She also loves hearing from her
readers!

 

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The Grim Reaper Chronicles, Book One

 

Urban Fantasy, Humorous Fantasy, Romantasy

Date Published: 10/01/2024

Publisher: Harbor Lane Books, LLC

 

 

When a 3,000-year-old demon grim reaper discovers someone’s killing
witches, he’ll do whatever it takes to stop them–but everyone knows
you can’t cheat Death.

3,000-year-old demon grim reaper, Aiden Finn has been in trouble with
Management before. Back in 79 A.D., he did some serious time in Hell for
disobeying the orders of his boss. He just wants to do his job and stay off
of Management’s radar, but all that’s about to change when he
tries to get his latest Charge, Carol, to board the ferry and cross the
River Styx after she becomes the latest victim of a serial killer targeting
witches.

When Carol refuses to go, Finn promises to find her beloved cat a new home
so she’ll cooperate. His plan to drop the cat off at a local shelter
takes an unexpected turn, however, when he arrives at her apartment and
meets Chloe, the stunning red-headed witch who lives across the hall. Hoping
to see her again, Finn decides to pet sit the cat instead.

As the number of murdered witches grows, Finn must figure out who is behind
the murders before Chloe becomes the next victim. He’ll do whatever it
takes to stop them, even if it means risking an exorcism by walking into a
church and sitting down for tea with a Catholic priest. Of course, if he
does find a way to stop the killer—even a grim reaper knows you
can’t cheat death.

 

About the Author

C.A. Kennedy is a fantasy romance and mystery author with a propensity for
quirky characters and good stories with a ‘gotcha’ twist.
Although she always considered herself a mystery writer, when a snarky demon
grim reaper kept bugging her to tell his story, she knew she couldn’t
refuse. When she isn’t writing or channeling her inner demon, you can
find her spending time outdoors with her Golden Retriever, Murphy, and
trying to stay in the good graces of her two cats, McGee and Tobias.

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Taken by the Necromancer Teaser

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Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy, Vampires

Date Published: September 20, 2024

 

 

Briley Reed never expected to be a vampire or thought she’d find
herself heading to Eerie, but a brutal attack changes everything. When a
mystery man sends her to Eerie to find Atticus, she realizes just how much
her life has changed.

But could it be for the better?

Atticus Maguire wants to be left alone. He’s had his heart broken and
he’s done with love. Then Briley shows up in his life and it’s
turned upside down. He wasn’t planning to fall in love, but the magic
never lies.

Right?

 

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EXCERPT

 

Atticus stood on his front porch and stared out at the water. He’d
lived in Eerie his entire life and loved his place on the edge of the lake.
The waves calmed him. He could think here. Could let his magic languish. Not
be forced to use it or help someone who wasn’t interested in being
helped.

He could be the old man yelling at kids running on his lawn.

He snorted. He had a lawn, but it wasn’t much — mostly sand and
rocks with a little grass mixed in. Kids didn’t venture to his side of
the lake, so no one trespassed on his property.

He’d accepted that he’d be alone. Who wanted to be with someone
who manipulated magic? Who could read the future and the past, and could
animate the dead? No one he knew.

When he’d visited the bars, he’d been given a wide berth. Women
didn’t approach him. He shouldn’t be annoyed by the actions, but
he was. He didn’t want to be alone.

Who did?

But he couldn’t find anyone who wanted to be with a being imbued with
magic. His former fiancée couldn’t handle his power or his
unintended ability to read the future. He knew the moment he’d met her
that she’d leave him, but he’d fallen in love with her anyway.
He’d given his heart, knowing it’d get broken.

She’d been a fun, vibrant light in his life — until she decided he
wasn’t good enough. She hadn’t been thrilled with his abilities
or his decision to live on the lake. She wanted life and noise and someone
who couldn’t read the future in her eyes.

When she left, despite him knowing it would happen, he retreated into
himself.

He rested his hands on his hips and watched the water move. The ripples
lulled him. Nothing mattered right now. Just the water moving, the chirp of
the birds and the flecks of sunlight through the trees. The warmth of the
sun danced on his skin.

His thoughts turned to Lydia. She’d been the first woman he’d
wanted to live with. The one he’d thought he’d love forever.
He’d never been good with women. He tended to be too shy and
didn’t say much. Lydia had claimed his silence was cute. She liked
when he brooded because she never quite knew what he was thinking. Except
when she wanted to know what he had on his mind, and he didn’t say
anything. She wanted him to open up. To talk more. To be more social and
take her out.

He didn’t mind going out, but he couldn’t dance and his ability
to see the future tended to get him into trouble. Lydia didn’t want
him reading her mind and got angry when he clammed up. She’d chew him
out for not talking, then when he did talk and it wasn’t what she
wanted to hear, she chewed him out again.

His skin tingled. A vision formed in his mind. A woman approaching and his
brother warning her to find him. He frowned. Who was this woman, and why
would his brother appear in his vision? He tipped his head. Who was she? He
wasn’t sure. The vision wasn’t clear enough.

He glanced over his shoulder. The woman wasn’t even in Eerie, but he
felt her. Another vision formed in his mind. This time, the woman stood in
his living room and wore nothing.

A nude woman in his home.

What was he getting himself involved in?

He’d figure it out when she arrived. If he knew one thing more than
anything else, fighting the future wasn’t smart. The future would
happen no matter what he did.

Still, he wished he knew more about this person trying to locate him. She
might end up hating him. The nudity might be because she was getting
revenge… on him? Someone else?

The more he thought about this woman, the more the vision of her nude in
his living room came into focus. Slender, curly brown hair down to her
shoulders, wide eyes, blushing from her hairline to her chest, breasts just
right for his hands and curves to make his mouth water. He longed to touch
her. He hadn’t even met her yet, and she’d stirred his
magic.

He wondered what her kiss would taste like.

He shook his head. Her kiss! She might not even want to kiss him.

The water sloshed against the bank and tore his attention from the woman.
His woodland oasis would be invaded. Did he mind?

Not really.

He headed back to the house as a shiver ran the length of his spine. The
woman hadn’t reached Eerie, but she was on the outskirts. She also
needed his help.

He grabbed his keys, then tucked his phone into his front pocket. Once he
locked up the cabin, he rushed out to his motorcycle. He sped out of the
shed toward the gravel path, then the road. Living on the far side of the
lake meant he’d waste precious minutes rounding the body of water to
get to her, but his magic swore she was closer than he’d
thought.

Atticus sped down the back road to the edge of town. Her car wasn’t
broken down, but she had a follower. He couldn’t see the person in the
truck tailing her. Didn’t matter. He’d use a cloaking spell to
hide her from the other driver. He spotted her little car, and his heart
skipped a beat. He’d never met her, but he had a connection to
her.

He pulled out onto the main road between her and the truck, blocking the
following vehicle from getting to her. At the same time, he spoke the words
to the spell and enveloped her in the invisible cloak. She’d never
know he was behind her, but she would know the truck was gone.

Now he could deal with the truck.

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author
of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing
since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary
and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her
works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her
characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s
been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best
Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the
bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

 

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Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy, Action Adventure

Date Published: July 7, 2023

 

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Michael Blessing thought he had everything he ever wanted when he met his
wife. Then he found out the truth, and his world was shattered by a car
accident. Coming home to Eerie was supposed to be his time to heal his
broken heart.

The siren had other ideas.

Lia Darling never forgot the shy, handsome young man she’d known when they
were children. Seeing Michael again awakens a need within her she can’t
explain or deny, but she’s been hurt before. She doesn’t want another dead
end, and when she looks into his eyes, she sees forever.

Maybe this second chance is just what they need to heal, move forward and
find love… together.

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EXCERPT

Copyright ©2023 Megan Slayer

 

“Home,” Michael Blessing murmured as he drove past the city limit line into
Eerie. He hadn’t been back in so long. Seemed like the day he left was the
last day he thought about his hometown. Silly, really. Eerie wasn’t a bad
place. It was quaint. Like a storybook town. The buildings were whimsical,
full of gingerbread and swirls, plus glitter and bright paint. The streets
were clean and the sidewalks wide. The flowers blossomed brighter, and the
people seemed to welcome everyone back.

There wasn’t a stranger in Eerie — except humans. They were all strangers,
but he wasn’t a human. His Fae father had married a woman who knew
witchcraft. They’d been a good pairing, and Michael had the best childhood.
Everyone thought his mother was human, but he hadn’t cared. He was
loved.

His parents were still alive and still cared about him. He was their son,
and they’d always love him, but they had no idea the depths of loneliness he
felt. They didn’t understand the grief he dealt with on a daily basis.

The woman he loved was dead. The moment he’d seen Chloe, he knew he wanted
her for the rest of his life. She’d be the best partner and eventually would
make him a father.

Then she had, but she died.

He hadn’t been able to manage the grief, not even a year and a half later.
He needed somewhere to hide. Eerie wasn’t the place to hide. Most everyone
in town stood out. Witches, Elves, Faeries, gargoyles, shifters and every
other kind of paranormal creature was there.

But he had a cabin in the woods on the other side of town, with a pier on
the lake and plenty of space to be quiet, to hide and regroup. No one would
bother him. He could write and be alone with no one bugging him, making him
come out of himself or pleading with him to be social.

He didn’t have any social in him.

Not today. Not this week. Maybe not ever.

His magic had dried up, too.

Did he care? A little, but not as much as he should. He drove through town,
then onto the side road leading to the woods. The beauty of Eerie was that
everyone had a space. The lake, the village, the little cottages, the woods…
If a paranormal creature wanted a space, there was one. If he wanted to hide
at his cabin and write, then practice his magic, then he could.

No one would annoy him.

He pulled into the dirt path that led to his cabin. The second he wound
through the trees to his little house, he felt better. Like he
belonged.

But that was always the way he felt when he came here. His heart was in the
woods, among the trees and peace. Maybe he was always meant to be alone.
Chloe had seen the most in him — more than anyone — but she was gone, and
he had to pick up the pieces.

He pulled into the dirt patch next to the cabin and parked. As the engine
cooled, he debated what to do. He needed to put up the carport to protect
the Jeep — not from the falling branches, but the leaves, rain and debris.
He supposed he could use his magic to protect the vehicle, too. Probably
should do that. It’d be a reason to practice his magic and prevent too much
damage to his Jeep.

Despite needing to put the carport together, he left his vehicle and headed
into the cabin. The place would need a lot of cleaning up, but he could use
those tasks to procrastinate instead of writing.

He carried his bag into the cabin, then set about to put the tarp, PVC and
canvas carport up. If nothing else, the carport would hide his vehicle, and
maybe if anyone saw the lights on, they’d leave him alone.

He hated being so despondent and crabby, but he’d been hurt and had no idea
how to get over his loss.

An hour later, he managed to secure the Jeep in the carport and even
cleaned up the living room enough for living. He added a bit of magic to the
carport, adding extra strength to the canvas to protect his vehicle. He’d
murmured the words and checked to ensure the spell had gone correctly. Sure
enough, it had, and he grinned.

At least one thing had gone his way.

He headed back into the house, and his stomach grumbled. He should eat, but
there wasn’t anything in the fridge. Hell, the fridge hadn’t even been
turned on. He needed to make a run to the store, but also should set up the
Internet, too.

He cleaned the dust from the living room, then set about getting the
kitchen in order. He removed the sheets around the house to reveal the
furniture and, as he worked, he swore he heard music.

A familiar song. Sweet, too.

He paused, and his thoughts turned to a song he remembered from his
childhood. A girl he’d known had sung the song, but probably never where she
thought anyone could hear her.

He chuckled to himself. He hadn’t thought about that girl or the song in
ages. What was her name? She’d been a sweet young woman, with flame-red hair
and fiery eyes. She rarely spoke, but she’d filled out quickly and wore
revealing clothes. She grabbed attention wherever she went, but no one
really got to know her.

He knew her name. He’d lusted after her the entire time they were in
school.

Lia.

 

 

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author
of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since
2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and
paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her
works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her
characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been
nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best
BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on
various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well
as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football
is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the
Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

 

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Kassidy Simmons, Book 3

 

Urban Fantasy

Date Published: June 6, 2023

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

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Born to a family of witches, Traci Leeds has always been connected to
magic. A direct descendant of the goddess of witchcraft, she was destined to
succeed her mother as leader of her coven. Her powers were dormant until
trauma resulting from being kidnapped activated her abilities. Dissatisfied
with their development Traci tapped into magic forbidden by those in her
line.   Kassidy Simmons, the Death God, continues her quest to
return lost souls to their proper place in the afterlife. She and her
Reapers are charged with maintaining harmony between life and death, but a
recent decision to resurrect a soul has shifted that balance. A rising blood
moon and supernatural occurrences involving witchcraft send Kassidy on a
journey to the steps of the Underworld where she learns of the darkness
surrounding Traci’s decision to tap into forbidden magic..
With an ancient prophecy looming and nightmarish visions of the apocalypse
haunting her waking mind, Kassidy must rise up and withstand the fury of a
Titan to save all she holds dear.

 

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EXCERPT

“Dude,” began the Suburbanite, “let’s get the fuck outta here. You know she’s gonna call the cops.”

Kassidy sensed a great deal of fear in him. Even without the benefit of her supernatural empathic abilities, that was clear. So, at least he was smart. Switchblade was different. There was fear there, but there was also, stupidity, determination, and . . . arousal. Not so much inspired by her, but by the violence. He wanted to be a badass. He got off on it. It was likely that this entire night was more about showing off in front of the Suburbanite than asserting himself against a woman alone in the park.

It was unfortunate that they chose this night.

More unfortunate that they chose her.

“Bro, shut the fuck up and let me handle this,” said Switchblade.

“You really should listen to your boyfriend,” said Kassidy.

“What? He’s not my boyfriend, bitch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Right, that was insensitive. I meant to say partner. You should really listen to your partner. I’m old school. I just use girlfriend or boyfriend. I’m getting better though.”

“Bitch!”

“There’s that word again,” said Kassidy.

Switchblade lunged at Kassidy. In the corner of her eye, she saw the Suburbanite back away. She was growing impatient and felt a sense of urgency to get her true mission accomplished. Normally, she wouldn’t use her powers in front of mortals. Well, that wasn’t always true. She’d certainly had some fun at the expense of others in her teens when she was just a Reaper. Back then, she didn’t care if anyone said anything. She’d already been dubbed Krazy Kassie by her classmates, so in her mind, it didn’t hurt to fuck with them. She had power. True power. And the power she had back then paled in comparison to the power she had now. Using it against these two idiots wouldn’t bring as much joy as it had in her teens, but as was the case back then, she knew these two wouldn’t be telling anyone.

And if they did, who’d believe them.

As Switchblade came at her, Kassidy shimmered out of view, reappearing behind the Suburbanite. She grabbed a handful of his hair with her left hand and grabbed at his throat with her right. When the bewildered Switchblade spun, trying to figure out what had happened, she willed her right hand to transform into an onyx sickle, the tool of a Reaper. As she touched the tip into Suburbanite’s neck, she felt, more than sensed, his fear. His heartbeat was a jackhammer competing with the sound of the wind sweeping through the park.

“What the fuck are you, lady?” asked Switchblade, his eyes wide.

“I’m the one politely asking you both, one last time, to get the fuck out of here before I get really pissed,” replied Kassidy.

Kassidy closed her eyes, knowing that her next bit of magic would likely close the deal. In the Reaper ranks, when a psychopomp—a being that ushered souls to the afterlife—used their power, their eyes would shine silver. Kassidy’s had been silver for decades when she powered up. A couple of times in life, they’d shown black, the mark of the Wraith. Similar to Reapers, Wraiths had been created to be the secret police of Azra-El, the former Primus or Angel of Death, right hand to the original Death God, and Kassidy’s father, Thanatos. After Kassidy dispatched Azra-El she became the new Death God, in the absence of her father. Now, when she powered up, her eyes shown a metallic, unearthly blue, the mark of a god.

That’s what Switchblade saw when Kassidy opened her eyes.

“Run!” she screamed.

And he did.

 

About the Author

Dennis K. Crosby

Dennis K. Crosby is the award-winning author of the Amazon bestselling
urban fantasies, Death’s Legacy and Death’s Debt. With a degree
in criminal justice, he spent six years working as a private investigator.
His love of learning about people led him to pursue a master’s degree
in forensic psychology. A staunch advocate of mental health reform, he has
worked in social service for over a decade, promoting social justice and
efforts to combat homelessness.Dennis completed an MFA program at National
University, and since the release of his first novel, he has served as a
speaker at the Southern California Writers’ Conference and as a
panelist at Comic-Con and the Fox Cities Book Festival. He’s been a
guest on a number of podcasts and has published seven short stories in
various anthologies. Death’s Despair is book three in the Kassidy
Simmons series. A self-proclaimed geek, the bourbon-loving Chicago Cubs fan
and deep-dish pizza connoisseur lives and writes in San Diego, CA.

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