Druids, Adveture, Time Travel and more!

The Soul of Time: In the Land of Ice and Darkness, time-traveller Ashley faces The Thief of Souls (The Time For Alexander Series Book 6) by [Macaire, Jennifer]The Soul of Time

In the Land of Ice and Darkness, time-traveller Ashley faces the terrible Thief of Souls

(The Time For Alexander Series Book 6)

Ashley and Alexander come face to face with Volterix, the terrifying Thief of Souls – a druid with powers to stop time and change the future of the world.

Ashley and Alexander must travel to the far north in order to stop the Volterix from irrevocably changing time. With Alexander’s soul, and Paul as his puppet, the druid hopes he can stop the Roman legions from conquering Europe and thus save the druids from extinction. But Ashley knows that will not happen without the mysterious Time-Senders erasing all their lives.

In order to save herself, her children, and the men she loves, she has to somehow get Alexander’s soul back and find the druid’s lair.

Excerpt:

If you’ve always lived in the modern world, and never had the chance to take a trip back in time, then you can never imagine how sweet the air was before the invention of fossil fuels. In my daytime, the earth was surrounded in a faint haze of pollution. Here, there was nothing but the faint scent of wood smoke. Otherwise, the air was as clean and pristine as the beginning of the world. The water was clean, the air was clean, the ocean was full of fish, and wild animals still roamed the forests.
As a matter of fact, there was one right in front of me.
Nothing too scary, just a large, grey wolf. He was sitting in a clearing staring at me, and something in his yellow gaze was reassuring. He was not hungry, and his eyes seemed to tell me that he was just curious about the pale, two-legged beast shuffling noisily through the forest. It was his forest. He lived there. We were just passing through, but he had been born beneath the towering pines and would live his whole life there before dying beneath the very same trees. We were his guests for the short time we stayed there.
There was a swift stream nearby, and I washed myself. I was very careful to leave everything just as I’d found it.
The wolf had vanished silently. I suppose he was somewhere close by keeping an eye on us. The thought that maybe it was a druid flickered like a spark through my mind, but three thousand years of civilization put the spark out as if I’d dumped a whole bucket of water on it. Absurd. People don’t change themselves into animals. They simply can’t. It is impossible, going against all the laws of science and nature. Matter doesn’t change into other matter. The wolf was a wolf and that was that.
Of course, I’d come across a monkey claiming to be a druid. He could write in Greek on a wax tablet and pluck silver coins out of purses, but even that could be explained – by thin layers of wax, by patient training. I didn’t for an instant believe the monkey had really once been a man.
Or did I? I sat down at the water’s edge and stared at the flowing stream. Small green leaves floated in eddies. I plucked one and nibbled it. Watercress was one of the edible plants I was capable of recognizing. I sighed for no particular reason and glanced up at the sky, visible through the canopy. Sunlight dappled my face and arms. A trout splashed in the stream, startling me. I wished I knew what was going to happen next. I had the frightening feeling that I was cut off from the world. I hated the way we were being herded along towards an unknown destination. There had to be a way to escape, or at least turn the situation more towards our advantage.
What frightened me the most was that a group of powerful men had stolen Alexander’s soul somehow and had decided to change the future by using Paul to unite the tribes of Gaul. If that happened, the Gauls would defeat the Roman Empire. Progress would be stopped. The druids were leery of writing and still made human sacrifices. If they succeeded in their plans, history, as I knew it, would be erased, along with Alexander, me, and everyone we knew and loved.

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Jennifer Macaire is an American living in Paris. She likes to read, eat chocolate, and plays a mean game of golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St Peter and Paul High School in St Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories

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Do you love Shifters as much as I do?

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Yeah. You know what I mean. Dragon Shifters. Werewolves. Imperial WerePanthers. Those shifters. RomanceLand kind of shifters. Well, there’s a new game in town called Shifter’s United and their first release is out now. I was going to wait and write a review once I’d read it, but that could take a few days (or weeks, I’m kind of busy at the office right now) so I decided to just post what I have. The cover alone is worth the price! shifters united

 

In Night Wolves, three authors with three very different werewolf novellas bring you beneath the full moon to reveal the secrets that darkness conceals. Where alphas fight for what’s theirs and mates will do anything to be together, the passion and power of shifters is on full display.

Into the Moonlight
Aya works night shifts at a paper mill, surrounded by men who frustrate and disgust her. When a Kaleb appears from the shadows, her life takes an unexpected turn. He offers her a way out, excitement and passion beyond her wildest dreams. But at what price?
As soon as he sees Aya on the factory roof, working on a stuck valve, he realizes she’s his mate. And yet, if he reveals himself he puts her in more danger than she’s ever known. The right thing to do would be to walk away and continue his solitary existence as he hunts the former alpha of his pack. One act of kindness breaks down his barriers. He can’t resist his smart, sexy mate. He’s ready to claim not just her, but also his birthright.

In Her Mate’s Arms
When Kacie’s alpha hits her, she knows it’s time to leave her pack. Using Shifters United’s help line, she makes her way north, to Iron Horse territory where a safe house awaits. She plans to just stay there until she can move north, but when she realizes her mate’s pack runs the safe house, perhaps she’s found her home after all.
Sloan Dundrick knew first-hand what abuse could do to a family. His sister had died because of it, and that’s why he’d built a safe house on his family’s land. When he hears word of an unmated female needs sanctuary, he offers. Then he discovers it’s his mate, and nothing will stop him from claiming what is his, and ensuring her alpha receives retribution for the pain he caused her.
An alpha’s challenge threatens everything Kacie and Sloan hold dear. Will the pack survive, and more importantly, will she be able to remain in her mate’s arms.

Devil’s End
Orphan Emma Morgan, inexperienced in the ways of the world, finds herself alone in the Wild West gold mining town of Devil’s End, an outlaw settlement where men considerably outnumber women. Cast out on her own after the untimely death of her guardians, Emma is adopted by the feline shifter Elisa Chinchilla. Elisa hints at dark secrets in the town before telling Emma that she must work to pay her way if she wishes to continue to live in the safety and security of Elisa’s luxurious home.
Emma soon learns that Elisa’s House of Goodwill is a brothel and paying her way means working as a prostitute, servicing the ravenous and insatiable man-wolves of Devil’s End. However, one man is different. Raven Black is a shapeshifter, as are most of the men of Devil’s End, but Raven is not like the others. Raven leads the winged ones rather than the wolves. He has the power to rise above the constraints of this dead-end town and he wants to take Emma with him.
However, can Emma trust Raven and is she willing to allow herself to be rescued? And will Marcus, the jealous alpha male of a rival pack of shapeshifters, allow it to happen?

                        You can get a copy HERE

FINDING FREEDOM

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#MMF #Bisexual #Contemporary #Romance #Erotic #Series #HEA

Finding Freedom

Found by Fate 2

Release Date: January 7, 2019

 

BLURB:

Will two men be Tessa’s ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?

Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.

Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.

Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?​

 

 

​PURCHASE LINKS:

Books2Read: books2read.com/findingfreedomfbf2

 

iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/book/finding-freedom/id1080787689

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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full-time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

As a voracious reader herself, Lynn appreciates all of her readers, and hopes she can take them on a journey with her writing.

Website: “https://www.authorlynnburke.com/”

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Capone by Lynne Burke #MCRomance

MC romance about a hard living biker and a sexy, independent woman

Author Lynn BurkeAuthor

CAPONE is now available! Fallen Gliders 4 – #MCRomance #Erotic #HEA #Series

Publisher: Evernight Pub
Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Being called a pussy and pansy-ass his entire life led Jeremiah “Capone” Caldwell to join the Fallen Gliders, a motorcycle gang known for its rough ways, hard partying, and womanizing. Not that he needed help with the last. His charming smile and baby blues make it easy to get into the panties of whatever woman he sets his eyes on.

​Except for Helina Bodnar.

The sexy siren is a lawyer, an independent spirit who refuses to bow to someone like the narcissistic assholes from her childhood. Jaded, she judges Capone’s character by the “67” inked on his neck, and although her body wants to let loose with the attraction sizzling between them, she knows he’s no good for her. Giving into lust proves easier than denying sexual gratification, however, leaving one bitter and the other brokenhearted.

When a rat spills Glider secrets to the police, Capone knows there is only one woman who might be able to get them off the hook. Will he be the real man Helina longs for, the one he truly is inside, or will the man he portrays to the world lose her forever?

👉👉NAB YOUR COPY!

Books2Read: https://www.books2read.com/caponefg4

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07M5C96H7
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07M5C96H7
B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130018129
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/capone-6
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Blossom and the Alien Actor (Intergalactic Brides Series)

A purple Alien male stands in front of French doors.

By Jessica Coulter Smith

Tags: #scifi #aliens #Christmas #HolidayRomance #AlienRomance #SingleMom

@kitcatjms and @changelingpress

ABOUT THE BOOK

Blossom has struggled all her life, never able to claw her way out of the worst neighborhood in Los Angeles. Her loser ex-boyfriend isn’t who she thought he was, and now she’s in deep trouble — but Christmas is the time for miracles, and Blossom needs one now more than ever. She just doesn’t expect her miracle to arrive in such a sexy, purple package. When the notorious alien actor Brexton knocks on her door, she does what any rational woman would do — she slams it in his face. Wishing for a miracle is one thing, but having the heartthrob of Hollywood on her doorstep isn’t what she had in mind.

Brexton has always wanted a mate and family, though he’s never been blessed with either. When he hears about a single mom who’s in trouble, he knows he can’t leave her to face her fate. Having a door slammed in his face hadn’t factored into his plans, but that one glimpse is enough for Brexton. He’d do anything to get another look at the sexy female with blue hair, and a body that would feature in all his future dreams.

Despite danger lurking around every corner, Brexton is determined to give Blossom and her children a Christmas they’ll always remember. Now that he has the family he’s always wanted, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, and hopefully share the first of many holidays with his new mate and kids.

BUY LINKS

Get it at Changeling Press on December 7th

https://www.changelingpress.com/blossom-and-the-alien-actor-intergalactic-brides-19-b-2806

Or Pre-Order for December 14th

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Blossom-Alien-Actor-Intergalactic-Brides-ebook/dp/B07KX572QF

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blossom-and-the-alien-actor-jessica-coulter-smith/1129945548?ean=2940161957592

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/blossom-and-the-alien-actor

EXCERPT

Brexton scowled at his manager. “You want me to do what?”

The little human rolled her eyes. “I want you to hand out toys to poor children,” she said.

“But why?”

“Because it’s Christmas and doing something good for those less fortunate will look good. You’re making a lot of money from the humans on this planet, Brexton. Christmas is the time to give alittle back.”

“I don’t understand your human holidays.” He ran a hand through his newly cut hair. He already missed the length, not that it was exactly short. “Which one is this? The one with the rabbit that lays eggs?”

His human manager coughed into her fist. “Um, no, that would be Easter. Christmas is when Santa comes to visit all the good little boys and girls to leave gifts under the tree. Well, for those who celebrate and believe in Santa. Or can afford to put gifts under the tree. There are a lot of religions that celebrate during this time of year, but Christmas with Santa is the one people seem to focus on the most.”

“What is the point of this Santa person? If he’s giving out gifts, why do I need to?”

“Are you being serious right now?” she asked.

He sighed. It wasn’t that he was opposed to helping people who needed it, but he didn’t understand why toys were important this particular month as opposed to all year long. If children needed toys, why wait and only give them out this one time? And if those families couldn’t afford toys, did they have food or shelter? Handing out toys didn’t seem like it would do much of anything to really help. He’d much prefer to make sure those families could eat a good meal, or not worry about where they were sleeping. If Santa was giving out toys, wasn’t his money better used elsewhere?

He stared at his manager and waited for a better explanation. Sometimes human customs baffled him.

“You are being serious, aren’t you?” she asked, her brow furrowing. “Brexton, you’ve been on Earth for nearly ten years and have become something of a superstar among actors. How can you not know how Christmas works?”

He just shrugged.

“Fine. I’m going to email you the address of a church that’s hosting an event for poor children. They’re not calling it that, but that’s what it is. You’ll help Santa hand out toys, mingle with everyone while they open presents and have refreshments, and then you can go donate money to whatever charity you want. But you’re going to this event!”

“I’ll be there, even if I don’t understand the significance,” he assured her.

“I sometimes think you don’t pay me nearly enough,” she muttered as she walked off.

Brexton shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. If Christmas was such a big deal on Earth, then maybe he should do something for someone in need. But he didn’t have the first clue how to go about finding someone who needed his help. He doubted the Terran center in his hometown of Los Angeles would be of much help. While they did hire some humans, mostly the center was staffed by his people who were trying to better the human/alien relations. Although, some were probably like him. On his world, he was no one. Just another warrior amongst many, and he’d never really cared for battle. Coming here had given him a chance at a new life, and he’d hoped it would include a mate. So far, he hadn’t found the right woman, though plenty had tried to get him into bed.

Plenty of females flocked to him, but he’d been warned they wanted his money or his fame and not to trust them. He’d tried dating some of the women in his profession, but that hadn’t ended well either. They all wanted something from him, and it wasn’t a family. Not unless they thought giving him a family would benefit them in some way. That wasn’t the type of mate he wanted. While he loved acting, there were times he wondered if he’d made the right decision, or if should have stayed on his home world and taken a chance on finding a mate through the bride program.

One of the interns who worked on set wandered by, and Brexton reached out to stop him. What was his name? Something with a J… Joshua!

“Joshua, if I wanted to help a family in need, where would I go?” he asked.

“You mean like adopting a family for the holidays?” the intern asked.

He didn’t quite understand what that meant, but he knew the term adoption. Perhaps that was the human phrasing for helping a family over the holidays?

“Yes. Is there an agency or a church that would be able to give me the information I need to provide a nice Christmas for a family who is poor?”

Joshua scratched his head. “You could try the Department of Human Services. I know they have a lot of programs to assist those less fortunate. Not sure you’ll get someone on the phone this close to the holidays though.”

OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Each book in the Intergalactic Brides series can be read as a stand-alone romance, but you may enjoy the series more if they’re read in order.

Brielle and the Alien Geek
Victoria and the Alien Doctor
Avelyn and the Alien Daddy
Charlotte and the Alien Ambassador
Hazel and the Alien Biker
Jacie and the Alien Bodyguard
Caitlyn and the Alien Protector
Celeste and the Alien Bartender
Rory and the Alien Groom
Ella and the Alien Gamer
Summer and the Alien Guard
Heidi and the Alien Cop
Haven and the Alien Mechanic
Abbie and the Alien Official
Jennifer and the Alien Badass
Rena and the Alien Warrior
Blossom and the Alien Actor

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

Find Jessica on Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / jessicacoultersmith.com.

Rory’s Christmas Angel

Evernight Publishing  

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Instinct kicks in as Frankie Chandler, former Navy nurse, now soon to be veterinarian, witnesses an accident and rushes to save a man’s life. When State Trooper Rory Sanders arrives on the scene, he’s awestruck at the sight of the gorgeous woman taking charge. Once the frenzy is over, both are reluctant to walk away from their mutual attraction. But they’ll each have to get beyond their hesitations, such as Rory telling himself it’s okay to let love in while raising his daughter after losing his wife, and Frankie who’s never had a serious relationship in her life because she’s been focused on school while also helping raise her nephew. Will the power of love win out and make their Christmas wishes come true?

Excerpt:

Just as Rory was turning onto Highway 20 to head to the Interstate, he got a call about an accident further north on 75, close to Traxler. So he zipped around to proceed to the scene. He hoped that it wouldn’t turn into something major, because he didn’t want anything to delay his time with his daughter.

Yeah, selfish. But it was near Christmas and he wanted to spend as much time with her while she had her break from school. He already had extra days off scheduled so he could do just that. Rory thought about a trip to the coast, as they hadn’t been to the beach since before Rhonda’s death. He’d just have to gauge the weather and see what Alisa wanted to do.

As Rory arrived on scene, he quickly knew this wouldn’t be a simple in-and-out—this was going to take a while. Pulling close to a parked semi-truck, he saw three bodies crowded around an overturned vehicle on the shoulder. He radioed his arrival and asked whether other services were on their way.

“Be advised, an ambulance has been dispatched from Gainesville and another trooper is headed your way, Rory.”

“Thanks, Dee,” he said to their dispatcher. He gave her a quick assessment of what he could see, and that he was going to investigate. The one saving grace was the light traffic this time of the morning with the few vehicles that passed moving slowly in the far lane.

Rory ran to the scene and catalogued what was happening. An older man stood by while a younger man and a woman were crouched down attempting to pull someone out of the car. He couldn’t see the woman’s face as her back was to him. All he could see was a red and black flannel shirt atop jeans that fit snugly to a shapely backside.

Jesus! What’s wrong with you? You’re at an accident, not here to ogle this woman!

As he got closer, he heard the woman yell, “Three!” And everything seemed to happen at once. He heard the clicking of the seat belt, and he saw rapid movements of the man and woman cradling the victim as they carefully maneuvered him out of the crunched car. He saw the woman turn and bright green eyes collided with his, leaving him momentarily stunned. Short blond hair haloed her face as a rosy blush colored her cheeks. Probably from the exertion. Or more likely from the heat of the car which suddenly had flames bursting from the engine compartment.

“Move!” the woman yelled.

While they scrambled to pull the man further away from the vehicle, Rory shot forward to assist. He grabbed near the victim’s shoulders while the woman held the torso and the younger man moved to hold the legs. Together, they got the victim a safe distance from the burning car before setting him down, he and the woman kneeling at his upper body. Looking at the man, he noticed a gash across his forehead that was bleeding freely, and he appeared unresponsive.

Before Rory could act, the woman was tearing off her flannel to reveal a black tank top beneath. As well as more shapely anatomy. Rory tried hard not to stare at the generous breasts and the well-toned arms, at the intricate tattoo gracing an arm—the design he couldn’t quite make out due to the woman’s quick movements.

“He’s unresponsive!” she yelled. “Hold this to his head while I start CPR.” She shoved her shirt into Rory’s hands while she assessed for a pulse. She must have felt one, because her next step had been to check for breathing. As her cheek hovered above the victim’s mouth, she looked down at the man’s chest. Her next move then had been to tilt the chin up and pinch this nose while she gave breaths.

Oh, to have that beautiful face so near to him. To have those lips touch his.

Rory shook his head to clear his incredible thoughts, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

“His pulse is faint but he’s not breathing,” she said. “I’ll continue breaths until the ambulance arrives.”

That prompted Rory to speak. “An ambulance should be here shortly, coming from Gainesville.” While kneeling down on the opposite side of the victim, across from the angel … er … the woman, he continued. “I’ll relieve you if needed. I’m Trooper Sanders. Rory Sanders.”

After two more breaths, the woman pierced him with her emerald eyes and said, “I’m Chandler, Frankie Chandler.” Her voice had been almost lyrical even in the tense situation, and he shouldn’t have been zeroing in on her plump lips, but that’s exactly what he did.

“Used to be a nurse in the Navy,” the older man supplied as he stated his name while standing over the scene. “I didn’t think it wise to move the man, but she seemed certain it had to be done. Good thing, seeing as he would have burned to a crisp if not for her actions.”

Rory looked to see flames licking over every inch of the vehicle. He clicked his radio to update the situation, saying they’d need a fire truck and a wrecker on scene. Once he got the affirmative from Dee, he faced the group again.

“That’s for sure,” said the younger man. “I’m Frank and that’s my truck.” He indicated to the parked semi with a nod of his head. “Saw this guy weaving all over, in and out of traffic until he clipped my truck and flipped. Scariest thing I ever saw.”

Rory looked at each person before his gaze fell back onto Frankie as she finished another round of breaths. Or was it Franki? Or Franky? Dammit! Concentrate! “Pretty brave and quick thinking.”

“I couldn’t not help. Instinctual training took over.” She once again positioned her face over the victim’s mouth while feeling his pulse. Bringing her head back up, she said, “Still not breathing and his pulse is even weaker. May have to start compressions.”

Rory nodded. “Are you still a nurse?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m in my final year at U of F, becoming a vet.”

“A veterinarian?” Rory asked, knowing he must have seemed dumbfounded. All he could do was stare at Frankie, wanting to know more.

“Yes.” She smiled. And boy, what that did to her face, her entire presence. Even with the smudged dust on her skin and her hair in disarray, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Are you all right, Sanders?” she asked.

Was he?