![]() Todd opened his mouth, closed it, turned to Nick, and drew in a breath. Then he let his chin drop to his chest for a few beats. “No, Nicky. I don’t want to get rid of you. I just need to know how well they taught you to fight.” He shrugged, lifted one hand into the air, then let it drop to hit his hip. His chin jerked at Jimmy. “Hit him, then.” “I can’t hit him.” Nick pointed to Jimmy. “He’s old.” Jimmy barked, “Hey!” Nick cringed and Todd laughed. “Nick, you’re gonna have to hit one of us,” Todd pointed out. To read more snippets from across the rainbow check out the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group! Marked Yours is available from JMS Books as well as Amazon and other booksellers.
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This week's teaser comes from Marked Yours book 1 of Sentries. Nick snapped out of his thoughts and back to the here and now when Todd pushed a knife into his hand. Todd stepped away and waved one hand at a target.
“Okay, Nicky. Let me see what you can do.” “I like knives the best,” Nick announced while he hit the target with every weapon Todd handed him. “They’re quiet and stealthy.” Jimmy’s grin got wider and brighter. While Nick saw the pride in Todd’s eyes, he sensed other emotions lurking below the surface. It was as if Todd had been hoping Nick wouldn’t be so good. Although Nick wanted very much to please Todd, he couldn’t shake the feeling, by pleasing Todd, he was also letting Todd down somehow. Nick liked the glint of pride in Todd’s eyes when he watched Nick use the weapons, and Nick wanted to see it more often. While Jimmy gathered up the weapons and set them to one side, Todd stood facing Nick. He dipped his head side to side and shook his arms out, then did a little running in place before he reached out, tapped Nick’s arm and completely caught Nick off guard by saying, “Hit me, Nicky.” He bounced on the balls of his feet and held his fists up. “C’mon, give me your best.” “Huh?” Nick couldn’t help it; his reaction was immediate and surprising. His skin turned to ice, his chest constricted, tears appeared unbidden in his eyes and spilled out, and he started to shake. “You want me to…but why? I thought…You don’t want me anymore? Want to kill me?” Could he have been so wrong about Todd? Todd stopped moving and blinked at him. “What? Why?” “You’re a moron, Todd.” Jimmy stepped up next to Nick, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Why would you think that?” Todd asked Nick, clearly stunned. He turned to Jimmy, his voice rising. “Why would he think that?” “You fool. Why wouldn’t he? A slave hitting his master is punishable by death.” Todd opened his mouth, closed it, turned to Nick, and drew in a breath. Then he let his chin drop to his chest for a few beats. “No, Nicky. I don’t want to get rid of you. I just need to know how wel they taught you to fight.” He shrugged, lifted one hand into the air, then let it drop to hit his hip. His chin jerked at Jimmy. “Hit him, then.” “I can’t hit him.” Nick pointed to Jimmy. “He’s old.” Jimmy barked, “Hey!” Nick cringed and Todd laughed. “Nick, you’re gonna have to hit one of us,” Todd pointed out. “Why don’t ya two just wrestle instead?” Jimmy grumbled. “Uh, no, Jimmy. I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Rubbing his neck, Todd’s gaze dropped to the ground. Nick felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Todd turned his head to one side and gave Nick a wink, making the younger man laugh softly. “Okay. Come on, Nick. Hit me.” He started hopping around again, this time jabbing at the air. “But—” “Now! ” Nick flinched, jumped, and punched Todd, sending him stumbling backward a few steps before landing on his rear in the sand with a thud. “Oh…I didn’t… Todd…” Rubbing his chin, Todd shook his head, cracked his neck, and climbed to his feet, grinning like a loon. “That was perfect, Nicky!” Nick blinked at him, not sure what to do, until he found himself landing hard on his back in the sand, pain blooming along his shoulders. Todd grinned down at him, held out one hand, and when Nick grasped it, hoisted Nick to his feet. Then Todd flipped him over onto his back again. “It’s on.” Nick rolled to his feet, smirked and a few minutes later, he and Todd were in a mock battle. Unlike the training matches in the village, where slaves were punished for missed moves, cuts and even broken bones were unattended and ignored, and whips were used for corrections, this was fun. Sparring with Todd wasn’t a competition and Todd wasn’t trying to hurt him or beat him to win bonus points with tutors. Todd wasn’t a competitor, jealous that Nick’s future master sent him gifts, extra food, and letters. Each time Nick managed to take Todd down—and he had the feeling Todd let him—his master’s smile was broad and pleased. Hello snippetteers! I hope everyone had a good week. The weather here in northeast Ohio has been a little up and down which makes my joints a bit achy. This week's snippet comes from Shifting Chaos, the final installment in The Sleepless City series that I wrote with Anne Barwell. Forge motioned to the painting Declan sat near. “You’re painting something new!” Declan glanced back at the painting before turning to Forge and nodding. “Um hum. I thought you didn’t like my paintings.” “No,” Forge corrected, “I never liked the counterfeits, I love your paintings. Is that Kitchi?” The canvas was long and narrow. The left most third was of a tall, brown man with deep, dark eyes and thick, black hair hanging to his waist. He stood on a riverbank in front of a thick forest of trees. “It is.” In all the years Forge had known Declan, not once had Declan so much as sketched Kitchi, not that Forge was aware of at least. “That’s how I imagined him,” Forge said gently. “I like it.” Declan smiled softly. “Thank you.” “What is going on the rest of it?” “Now you know very well…” “The artist never reveals his art until it’s ready,” Forge mimicked Declan’s voice perfectly then chuckled. Declan stood up and patted the side of Forge’s neck. “It’s good to hear you laugh,” he said. Shifting Chaos is available from Amazon in eBook
and is in Kindle Unlimited. ![]() Jeanne Marcella has a new MM/MMF dark fantasy out: "Through Rain and Missing Mantaurs." And there's a giveaway! Her past is postage due and centaurs are ready to collect. Through Rain and Missing Mantaurs is a dark fantasy most daring and eccentric. A tale not for the faint of heart. Pony is a bipedal half-breed centaur with no desire to waste tears on a past she can't remember. She's busy enough with her mail routes and package deliveries, and of course, floundering through hot-cold love affairs with the high class courtesans Mardyth and Lullaby. The mundane drudgery of her life shatters when Konstantine Bywater takes over as Lightfoot Delivery's new boss. He asks questions she can't possibly answer, and stirs up a tragic past better left dead and buried. But running away is no longer an option. Not when Kon and his minions accuse Mardyth of an unspeakable crime. With her lover's life at stake, Pony won't stop until she uncovers not only the truth of Mardyth's innocence, but the truth of the past as well. Giveaway Jeanne is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47167/? Excerpt Chapter 1 Saddle-sweating, horse-humping, gods-cursed bastards! The rumors were true. Shit! Bad luck must be in love with me or something. Maybe it could give Mardyth lessons. Arms pumping high and heart hammering in her parched throat, Pony pushed to reach her top speed. The rumble of centaur hooves behind her vibrated both earth and air. She absorbed those rumbling shock waves into her svelte, bipedal runner’s body. And knew her two human legs—versus their four equine ones—would not be enough. Still, she would try. The sweltering heat weighed heavy. Her ratty brown and tan courier’s tunic clung like a starving tick. Rocks and pebbles further split the threadbare soles of her worn-out boots as she pounded down the rutted road. She grimaced at the sweaty slap of calloused arches sliding around in rotted footwear that could fall apart any day now. Pony squinted at the onslaught of bright blue sky. Her brain cooked in its own juices as the summer sun withered the forest corridor. Her brown hair slipped from its limp topknot; stray strands plastered her sunburned cheeks. It was almost too hot to breathe. Too dry to live. And the damn fools giving chase wanted to die of heatstroke right alongside her. As it always did in situations like these, Callum’s unfavorable input surfaced to harass her. Stupid, gods-damned centaurs—worthless scraps of horsemeat to toss to the dogs. Her former guardian’s mantra, though crude and offensive, might hold slivers of truth. It was most certainly stupid to be running full-out in this blistering heat. At any other time, she might’ve been curious about this, her first ever centaur encounter. Just to say she’d finally met one. Give a lecture about overexertion in extreme weather. Maybe engage in some harmless flirting. To finally decide, once and for all, that Callum was right about them. Or wrong. But not when this chase proved that they were hunting for courier blood. Any courier’s blood. Keep running. Don’t look back. She looked back. Six tall shapes, the merging of man and equine. Hooves kicking up clouds of rising dust. The whip of long, flashing manes. The distance between them shrank with each passing second. Her mail satchel, empty except for the meager bait of Escape Plan Number Two, bounced against her spine. Slung across her chest and anchored into the strap of her mailbag, a dozen small throwing blades awaited use. The large knife hanging at her hip, anchored at her thigh, allowed slight consolation. Escape Plan Number One took the form of the few coins she couldn’t spare; the bits of metal jingled in her trouser pocket, muffled by a scrap of cloth. Your job is to run, but hold strength in reserve. Callum’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. If cornered, kill without hesitation or remorse. Okay. Good advice. She was good at running. That was all she ever did. Pony crushed dry cracked lips between her teeth. Escape Plan Number One never failed. But would this tactic work on centaurs? Wait. She had to revise that. Would Escape Plan Number One work on murderous, marauding centaurs who’d probably noticed she was a half-breed suffering through the last few days of her estrus? If Callum were alive, he would’ve wagered against her. Might as well give the plan a go, Horsemeat. She sensed the distance closing between them. Imagined their hot breath blowing down the back of her neck. Their tall, bizarre forms hovering over her. Their hands tearing at her tunic to confirm the hidden tail braided and wrapped around her waist like a belt… Pony shook off the terror. No time to panic. Dipping into her trouser pocket, she pulled out several bronze skull coins and flung them over her shoulder. It was back to rummaging through garbage cans when she got home. The currency thudded along the highway and pinged off rocks. On her old southern routes, tossing money always worked with the undesirables skulking around looking for a mark. The thundering sound of hooves sped up and deepened. Pony ground her teeth. All right, so they weren’t after money. Not typical highwaymen then. Why couldn’t they be greedy bastards like everyone else? Escape Plan Number Two. Reaching into the mailbag, Pony pulled out the four carrots she’d pilfered from the company stables. She glanced at the vegetables, shrugged, and took a bite out of one. Then she proceeded to fling the orange darlings over her shoulder in two-second intervals. High-pitched squeals of disgust and indignation answered. Oh well. It’d been worth the try. Maybe they weren’t all animal after all. Or maybe centaurs were fussy eaters. Maybe she should’ve grabbed a salt brick instead. Then she could’ve brained them with it. Escape Plan Number Three then. The road continued to bend, the thick forest jutting into her direct line of sight. She darted for the ferns and scrub brush. Towering pines blotted out some of the sun’s glare—for a few seconds she was running blind. Two centaurs armed with longbows jumped out in front of her. The younger one took aim at her heart. Horseshit! She was speedy, but not quick enough to outrun a flying projectile. Gulping, she dropped into a slide, feet first. Gravel tore open her calloused palms and ripped holes into the back of her trousers. Great. Bleeding in several places, and now she had clothes to repair. “Arggh!” She slammed slick fists to the ground. “What’s wrong with you swag-bellied tail-waggers? You’d shoot one of your own?” Author Bio Jeanne Marcella writes dramatic, and often character driven fantasy fiction not for the faint of heart. Quests, adventure, danger, and the grit of living are foremost, but relationships and mild romance might also share the pages. Granted unlimited access to books at a very early age via the library, she quickly acquired a fondness for creating her own stories through word and drawing. She was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Author Website: https://www.aforgeofphoenix.com Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/JeanneMarcellaAuthor Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/aforgeofphoenix Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/AForgeOfPhoenix Author Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aforgeofphoenix/ Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/jeannemarcella Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Jeanne+Marcella Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com): https://www.limfic.com/mbm-book-author/jeanne-marcella/ Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jeanne-Marcella/e/B00DGNU5KI/ ![]() My teaser this week is from my new release, Code Name Jack Rabbit!
Blair sucked in a breath and rubbed one ear with his palm. Lucas grabbed the device and switched it off in a hurry. “So, some sort of ultrasonic signal.” He pulled a small clear-plastic evidence bag containing one of the scales from his pocket. “Can you tell me about this?” “Where did you get this?” Bronwen asked. “From the hull of your damaged boat,” Lucas said without skipping a beat. “I saw the DNA sequencing for this thing.” Bronwen looked from Lucas to Blair. “I can’t…. Mr. Grier….” “You don’t have to be afraid of him anymore. He’s in jail and staying there,” Blair said. “What did he do that made you so afraid of him?” “You wouldn’t believe me. It sounds crazy. No one would believe me.” She sat in the seat beside Blair. “Try us,” Lucas said. Bronwen focused on him for a second. “Who are you, exactly?” “Oh, I’m a medical examiner.” “You know about the genetic sequence for that scale. A medical examiner for who? The NSA?” Lucas rubbed the back of his neck. “Boggslake PD.” He pulled out his wallet and showed her his police ID. “You kept asking me if I believed in mythological creatures. Was Grier one?” Blair asked. “His eyes and fingers would change and he’d get teeth like a wolf,” Bronwen said. “It’s crazy, I know, and I have no idea how he did it, but—” She shook her head. “It sounds insane, and I don’t blame anyone for thinking I’m unbalanced.” Lucas looked around the dock, assuring himself they weren’t being watched, and turned so his back was to the marina. He began to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?” Bronwen’s voice rose, and she began inching out of the seat. “Don’t panic.” His voice was deeper, gravelly, and he had to speak more slowly after he changed just far enough he could still talk. Lucas kept his gaze riveted to her. As his facial features changed, long hair sprouted from his hands and chest, and his body shape morphed, Bronwen gripped her seat so hard her knuckles went white. Her breathing sped up, and Lucas smelled sweat more prominently than if it was just from the weather. Bronwen’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “You’re like him."
Today is release day for Code Name Jack Rabbit! I have a giveaway to celebrate.
Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City saga might have ended but the story continues…
Welcome to the Vampire Guard, where legend and myth meet science and technology. Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The Vampire Guard's newest team is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies with a full range of skills. Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job and get out before the bad guys ever know what hit them. Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas are thrust into the world of high-tech spies and top-secret espionage conspiracies. Recruited into the world’s most elite and secret organization with one singular mission. Protect those who can’t defend themselves from ruin. Life becomes complicated when an impending Presidential visit to their town, Boggslake, throws them headlong into the world of the vampires and werewolves of the Vampire Guard. Very quickly they uncover and confront a werewolf terrorist organization known as the Qiguan. Together they must thwart an assassination attempt on the open waters of Lake Superior while tracking a previously unknown biological weapon controlled by the Qiguan—a weapon which may very well mean death for one of them. Tour Links
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January 12, 2021 Drops of Ink January 14, 2021 The Land of Make Believe January 13, 2021 Dawn's Reading Nook January 15, 2021 Grace R. Duncan January 18, 2021 Once and Books January 19, 2021 Matt Doyle Media January 20, 2021 Wicked Faerie's Tale and Reviews Hello, snippetteers! I'm very excited because on January 12 The Vampire Guard begins re-releasing with the first book Code Name Jack Rabbit. While The Vampire Guard is a spin-off from The Sleepless City, it's not a paranormal romance series. This series is urban fantasy/paranormal thriller with espionage and spyfi! There are romantic sub-plots, however. Our heroes are on a cruise ship looking for an assassin and having an interesting time fitting in. “According to Bronwen, the lake creatures have a wide range. They like to keep close to any cave system but will go out farther to hunt and maybe mate. She didn’t know how deep they can dive, but if you compare them to other aquatic animals, their range of depth might be significant,” Blair added. “Other than that, no matter how many times I show that asshole I have to room with my wedding ring, he wants to go out and, quoting here, ‘hustle up some fresh meat ’cause all these chicks are prime for the picking.’ He told me to ditch the old hag ball and chain.” Tears came to Forge’s eyes as he attempted to stop the laughter from bubbling out. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the floor. “I’m sorry,” Declan mumbled. Leave it to Lucas to put things in perspective. “Let’s see, I’m hooked up with the lecherous old coot and you’ve got yourself a hag. Nice.” Blair glared at each of them in turn. “I don’t think any of you realize how much I hate each and every one of you right now.” Lucas scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to Blair, who read it and added, “Maybe not you if this keeps me off that damn tiny floating deathtrap tomorrow.” Read more snippets at Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. ![]() Edale Lane has a new FF historical romance out, book 3 in the Night Flyer Trilogy: "Chaos in Milan." And there's a giveaway! When chaos strikes at the heart of Milan, it is up to Florentina’s alter-ego the Night Flyer to stop it. As Florentina and Madelena’s love deepens, so does the well of danger surrounding them. The race is on to discover the mysterious Shadow Guild and uncover who is behind the deadly rampage, but Florentina’s mission is threatened by a gang of assassins. Can the Night Flyer prevail, or will Maddie’s love be ripped from her arms? Chaos in Milan is the third book in Edale Lane’s Night Flyer Trilogy, a tale of power, passion, and payback in Renaissance Italy. If you like action and suspense, rich historical background, three-dimensional characters, and a sweet romance, then you’ll want to complete the Night Flyer saga. Order your copy of Chaos in Milan today! Giveaway Edale is giving away a $20 Amazon gift card with this tour: Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b60e8d47165/? Excerpt Madelena found herself winded by the time they departed an old dirt road to traipse through knee high grass to the dilapidated wood-plank structure with an obvious hole in its roof. She was indeed thankful for the sensible shoes. Once inside, she set down the bag containing their lunch and wineskins, and settled herself onto a wooden barrel to catch her breath. The scent of rotting hay permeated the space which offered an abundance of natural light through the open double doors, cracks between siding planks, and the gap overhead. Cobwebs draped the corners, and dry balls of petrified horse manure littered the earthen floor. Her initial excitement was rekindled as she beheld Fiore change into the black silk tunic and tight leather trousers that never failed to kindle her passion. She brimmed with anticipation while Florentina laced the soft-soled footwear over the bottoms of her leggings. With no need of a mask and cowl, Maddie enjoyed a full view of her face and long brunette braid. Eyes glowing, Maddie purred, “Seeing you in that attire takes my breath away and inspires me to… well,” she added blushing. “I promised to let you work.” Florentina flashed her a grin. “Happy to please you, my dear.” Then she proceeded to race toward a reinforced portion of the rear wall and up it, running one, two, three vertical steps up the planks followed by a backflip, landing on her feet in the powdery dust. Maddie’s eyes flew wide as she had not imagined such a feat was even possible. She witnessed Fiore scale ropes up the sides of walls, swing from one to another, hang upside-down with her ankle wrapped in a cord, and run, hop, leap, and climb over every inch of her lair. Observing the tall, lean frame of her children’s tutor pass from one athletic exploit to the next with the dexterity and strength of an Olympian set her heart racing with desire, but also terrified her. Maddie knew that she would do these same exercises at great heights and risk to her person. A fall here may hurt a little, but a fall from a three-story building… don’t think about it! After a bit, a sweaty Florentina, breathing heavy from her exertion, walked over for a sip to drink. “Mi Tesoro!” Maddie exclaimed. “I knew you could do things, but you are truly magnificent. How did you ever-” “Practice,” Fiore answered as she wiped her face with a cloth. “Much practice and determination.” Next, Florentina withdrew her multi-fire crossbow from her shoulder bag. “You invented that,” Maddie said as a half statement, half question. Fiore nodded. “It was Master Leonardo’s idea, in a way,” she replied with a shrug. Florentina then fired off eight shots in rapid succession at eight separate targets situated around the barn. Some were painted circles, others sets of clothing stuffed with straw, and a few burlap sacks filled with sand that hung from cords. Fiore retrieved her bolts and reloaded the weapon. “You hit every one!” Maddie gushed in amazement. “Yes, but I’ve practiced with these marks for months,” the skilled vigilante replied as though unimpressed with herself. “Moving targets or hitting them while I’m running is more difficult.” Florentina pushed the burlap sacks so that they each started to sway in different directions and at varying speeds, then raced across the barn, pivoted, and began to fire. She first shot at the moving targets, then fired at the dummies as she ran traversed the dirt floor. “See,” she said, motioning as she skidded to a halt in front of Madelena. “I hit that one in the knee—I was aiming for its shoulder. And that bag?” she motioned. “I was supposed to strike the green circle, not just anywhere on it.” “But still,” Maddie replied in amazement. “You hit every target, even if not in the spot you intended. That is quite astonishing.” Florentina smiled, bent down, and placed her lips to Maddie’s. “Grazie,” she said. “Now, I want to show you something new,” she announced, a twinkle in her bright, tawny eyes. Madelena stood and followed Fiore over to where she had set her bag; the barrel was getting uncomfortable, anyway. Fiore withdrew a polished wooden case, set it on a rickety work table, one of the few excuses for furniture in the barn, and opened it with care. “I found these when I went into the Oriental shop to acquire more opium.” Maddie frowned. “I didn’t know you use that drug.” “Oh, I don’t,” Fiore assured her. “Only for medicinal purposes and to subdue city watchmen without causing them any actual harm.” “I’ve been in that shop,” Madelena commented. “They have some unusual merchandise and a few very popular items. I purchased one of those painted silk fans that are in fashion.” Florentina nodded. “They have nice things.” Then, from the plush black velvet interior of the box, she retrieved a silver five-pointed star about three inches long. The edges appeared sharp and Fiore held it judiciously in her gloved hand. “What is it?” Maddie asked. “The shop owner didn’t know,” Florentina answered with a sly grin. “But I had read about these in an obscure book on Oriental weapons. It’s a Chinese throwing star. There are five in the set.” “A throwing star,” Maddie echoed as she moved in for a closer look. “The Spaniard threw a knife at me in the Pantheon,” Fiore recalled. “Throwing-knives are deadlier, can do more damage than these, but it is a skill that is difficult to master. With the star, I have five small blades rather than one longer one with which to hit my target. They are good to distract or throw a foe off balance. Strikes to the eye or weapon hand are debilitating and may take an enemy out of the fight. Because the tines are short and cannot penetrate deep into flesh, only a strike to the big artery in the neck or severing the windpipe in the throat can kill. I think these will prove quite useful, but I’ve only been practicing with them for a few weeks.” With admiration and anticipation oozing through her voice, Maddie sang, “Show me.” Florentina removed all five stars from the box and positioned herself in the middle of the barn. “Stand behind me,” she instructed as she lifted one from her left hand. “I’ve had no teacher to instruct me, so I had to guess as to how to throw them. I have developed three techniques, hoping to perfect at least one.” Maddie withdrew, studying her partner’s every move. Florentina gripped the object horizontally in a curled hand with her thumb on top and her forefinger beneath it. Rotating her upper body from the waist, she drew her right arm back then spun, releasing the small weapon with the motion a child may use to toss a pie pan. The star whirled through the air at an astonishing speed until it lodged into the shoulder of one of the dummies. Florentina frowned. “A nuisance hit.” “But you hit it!” Madelena exclaimed. Florentina continued to practice the move, thrusting at different targets and from varying angles, collecting the projectiles once all five had been expended. “Semi-successful,” Fiore admitted. “Another way I have tried is a basic overhand throw.” She demonstrated by taking a star in her right hand, holding it vertically, and throwing it as one might a ball, rock, or piece of fruit. Her first attempt landed low on the target, so she adjusted the second by releasing it sooner, gaining better results. After dozens of pitches, Fiore returned to Maddie’s side. “The third method I’ve been trying is trickier, but has far greater potential. I’ll be at this a while if you want to curl up and take a nap.” “What? And miss witnessing an act no Milanese woman has ever seen?” Maddie exclaimed. “But if you will point them in that direction,” she indicated, “I’ll sit back down over here for a while.” On impulse, she leaned in and kissed Fiore’s lips before retreating to her stool. She has so much focus and intensity, Maddie contemplated. She is like a force of nature. Author Bio Edale Lane is the author of an award winning 2019 debut novel, Heart of Sherwood. She is the alter-ego of author Melodie Romeo, (Tribute in Blood, Terror in Time, and others) who founded Past and Prologue Press. Both identities are qualified to write historical fiction by virtue of an MA in History and 24 years spent as a teacher, along with skill and dedication in regard to research. She is a successful author who also currently drives a tractor-trailer across the United States. A native of Vicksburg, MS, Edale (or Melodie as the case may be) is also a musician who loves animals, gardening, and nature. Author Website: https://pastandprologuepress.lpages.co/ Author Facebook (Personal): https://www.facebook.com/melodie.romeo/ Author Facebook (Author Page): https://www.facebook.com/Pastandprologuepress Author Twitter: https://twitter.com/EdaleLane Author Instagram: http://instagram.com/melodieromeo Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15264354.Edale_Lane?from_search=true&from_srp=true Author QueeRomance Ink: https://www.queeromanceink.com/?s=Edale+lane&search_type=authors Author Liminal Fiction (LimFic.com): https://www.limfic.com/?s=Edale+lane&search_type=authors Author Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B07GRFPDRZ ![]() Don't want to wait for January 12 to get Code Name Jack Rabbit? It's available now on Payhip in mobi, ePub and PDF. On January 10 it will be removed from Payhip and on January 12 it will be in Kindle Unlimited. Vampires and werewolves live long lives. The Sleepless City saga might have ended but the story continues…
Welcome to the Vampire Guard, where legend and myth meet science and technology. Vampires make the best spies. Throw a smart-mouthed werewolf in with three vampires, mix well, and The Vampire Guard's newest team is bound to become one of their greatest assets. Super spies with a full range of skills. Warrior, hacker, thief, and scientist. They get in, do the job and get out before the bad guys ever know what hit them. Forge, Blair, Declan, and Lucas are thrust into the world of high-tech spies and top-secret espionage conspiracies. Recruited into the world’s most elite and secret organization with one singular mission. Protect those who can’t defend themselves from ruin. Life becomes complicated when an impending Presidential visit to their town, Boggslake, throws them headlong into the world of the vampires and werewolves of the Vampire Guard. Very quickly they uncover and confront a werewolf terrorist organization known as the Qiguan. Together they must thwart an assassination attempt on the open waters of Lake Superior while tracking a previously unknown biological weapon controlled by the Qiguan—a weapon which may very well mean death for one of them. |
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