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Young Adult – Our Friendship Matters

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Young Adult

Date Published: October 5, 2020

Publisher: Rhetoric Askew Publishing, LLC

Leah and Sasha are 17-year-old friends who had been close to one another
since elementary school, but as the summer approaches they find their
friendship tested in ways they never anticipated.

Following graduation, Sasha’s privileged life and perception of the
world around her is suddenly altered when an old childhood friend persuades
her to join in a campaign against an injustice after his best friend is
killed by a cop.

But joining the protest has unforeseen consequences for Sasha, distancing
her from Leah, who becomes jealous of Sasha’s new friends and finds
herself on the opposing side, protesting alongside her group of new white
friends.

As the tension mounts between the two bitterly opposed factions, a tragedy
strikes and threatens to make Sasha and Leah enemies. Can they find a way to
resolve their differences, putting them to the side and learn to accept each
other’s viewpoints? Or is their long friendship finished for
good?

Excerpt

“We ordered four large pizzas,” said Melissa.

“Seriously, pizza? No salad? I have to watch my amazing
figure.”

I glimpsed out the window, people were still protesting. I had
imagined that it would have all been over by now. There was Ricardo and some
school friends marching in the streets holding signs.

“Chloe stay inside. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” asked Leah.

“I saw my neighbor, Ricardo. I just want to go talk to
him.”

I must talk to him.

“Why?” Leah sighed.

“Because the guy killed by the police was his best friend.”

“There you go with that again.” Leah rolled her eyes. Alright,
hurry and I will sit with Chloe until you get back.”

“Thanks, just make sure Chloe gets some pizza and save me a
slice.”

I walked into the crowd, bumping into people, and apologizing. I started
yelling for Ricardo. I found him but he was fading in the crowd. I focused
my eyes on Ricardo’s red shirt and continued through the crowd like I
was in a football game running between players holding the ball.

There was a soft tap on my shoulder, it was Ricardo. His eyes were red from
screaming and chanting on the street while holding a sign. Protesting seemed
like his career.

“What are you doing out here?”

“We won our volleyball championship game, so we went to the Fountain,
but I wanted to tell you I am sorry for what happened to your
friend.”

At first, I didn’t grasp that it happened to a boy at his school and
a close friend of his, but now my heart desired to show sympathy.

“Yeah, he was my best friend, and we were on the basketball team
together.”

“So, how did it happen?”

“They mistook him for a guy that robbed a gas station and the bad
thing about the situation is they caught the real robber later that
night.” As Ricardo was explaining what happened, his eyes began to
turn red. “This is too dangerous; you shouldn’t be out
here.

I became interested in more of the story. Wondering exactly what happened
to Mitchell and who would tell the story better than his best friend. So, I
built up enough guts to ask him how he died?

“The police shot him by mistake, and nothing happened to the cop that
shot him; that’s why I’m out here fighting for
justice.”

My heart fell below my stomach after listening to Ricardo alarm me of
Mitchell’s death. I never met the boy, but I mourned for him like he
was my friend too. That could’ve been anybody. It could’ve been
Leo or Ricardo. Hell, I could’ve been me.

“I’m sorry for your friend because I saw your post last night,
and I wanted to check on you.”

I must help in any way that I could but what could I do? What if something
happens to me? I mean the police were deep in downtown St. Louis, on every
corner. What if they shoot me by mistake for helping the protesters?

As I turned to walk back to the ice cream parlor, Ricardo grabbed me by the
arm.

“We have meetings in my basement every Saturday if you ever want to
come to one.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Interesting, but I had too much to do with getting ready for prom and
graduation. He kind of convinced me to go though. My skin started to crawl
as my mind imagined such a tragedy happening at Chester Academy. We
don’t have those problems, so we don’t worry about them. The
kids at Chester should join in with the kids at their school to help
protest. It would show them that other schools care. Although, it
might not be a good idea because the kids at Chester are too rich and snobby
to understand.

Leah was sitting with her arms folded, face wrinkled, and cheeks blushing
red.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

I know I’ve left her too long with Chloe, so I gave her a sorry
smirk, pushing my lips out for her to forgive me.

Everyone left. She had to stay behind to babysit Chloe, while I chatted
with Ricardo.

“What took you so long?”

“I wanted to ask Ricardo more questions about Mitchell, who went to
school with them.”

“You shouldn’t be talking to him about that stuff or even be
around him. You know how jealous Leo is.”

“I was just curious, and we were childhood friends. Leo has nothing
to be jealous of and I won’t let him come between us because
there’s nothing going on.”

Leah shoved the pizza in my chest and stormed out the door. Every time I
brought up Ricardo, Leah’s face cheeks would flush and her lips would
clench. So, why would Leo care if he’s not here? One thing is for
sure, I’ve been Leah’s friend for so long that I know she can
twist a story. So, I was making it a priority to rush home to call
Leo.

When we got home, I ran upstairs to call Leo.

“I’m glad to hear your voice. I laid on my stomach in the bed
with my feet in the air and crossed my legs.

About the Author

Kimberley B. Jones is a professional early childhood educator. She was born
in the small town of Saint George, South Carolina, on September 12, 1982.
She graduated from Woodland High School in 2000, Benedict College in 2004
with B.S., Child & Family Development, and Ashford University in 2013
with a Masters in Early Childhood Education.

After receiving her education and being a military spouse, she held several
jobs as a preschool teacher and a preschool director, but she wanted to use
her education by writing children’s books. She wrote her first book in
college for a children’s literature course. She has since
self-published several books that can be found on Amazon.

Currently, she is branching off into writing fiction YA, NA, and A
novels on issues in society. She loves writing and would change it for
nothing in this world. She is now representing Rhetoric Askew, a great
publishing company. Kimberley is the author of “Our Friendship
Matters,” soon to be released October 5, 2020 and so much more coming
soon.

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Epic Fantasy – Chaos: Worlds Beyond

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Reflections of Infinity, Book 1

Epic Fantasy

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Amid the power struggle for a vast Empire, a young boy is swept along with
a Tribe of fearless warriors on their Quest to the Mystical uncharted
Crimson World!

As young gods fall to the Worlds from the stars they are born in, appearing
as comets streaking across the sky; sentient magical artifacts call to the
minds of men: calling with images and promises of power from Wild Worlds.
Massive and strange they hold gigantic monsters and wonders that are beyond
the scope of the imaginations of the fearless Tribe of warriors that dare to
magically travel to them!

About the Author

C.W. Holcomb’s works are based on Ancient Myths and folklore. His first
series is heavily based on Scottish Folklore of werebeasts that prowl the
primordial forests in the distant past! The first novel of his newest
series, Chaos: Worlds Beyond is inspired heavily by Greek Mythology; as well
as works by well known authors such as C.S. Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien and Raymond
E. Feist. The works are filled with passion and adventure on an epic scale
where the lure of magical treasures incites the characters into traveling to
strange and dangerous magical Worlds filled with Nightmarish monsters and
sentient arcane artifacts!

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EXCERPT:

Within the Obsidian Throne room of the

Imperial Palace

PREMERA

Primus Croatius! The men request your presence in the anteroom immediately! His First said, gasping in excitement. The young soldier spun around, his obsidian armor gleaming as he threw his arms out toward the door and the winding hall beyond, before turning and staring at his Primus, who also happened to be his hero coming up through the ranks, saying with a glint in his gray eyes: “my Leader, surely you have heard! The Emperor is DEAD!”

Primus Croatius slowly turned around to look at his underling, shaking his head with a deep sigh, his hazel eyes glancing down at the ground in demur melancholy, his Premerian obsidian armor clinking at the hinges over his large frame: softened slightly with Palace living in the past few weeks. Overall he thought he looked pretty good for a man of thirty eight sunstrokes, with not one single touch of gray in his thick wavy black hair.

“Why are you so enthused? Our Emperor died today.” He said getting up to walk with the First toward the door anyway. “My Leader, the chamberlains plan to place a mere child on the throne as an heir! Surely, you know what must be done my liege!” Primus Croatius stopped in his tracks, staring over at the man in consternation, narrowing his hazel eyes as he asked: “did you speak of this to the men?” The First looked away from his gaze, his face going red as he stuttered: “y-yes I spoke to them, and they are all behind you my Leader! He said, his deep set brown eyes pleading above his angular clean shaven face.

“Come now Lincian. You know as well as I that the imperial chamberlains will appoint one of their faction to sit the Obsidian Throne as Regent.” Croatius muttered bitterly, addressing the First by his name as the man pulled him insistently on down the ornate winding Kalemian shale corridors, the violet light streaming in from the windows from the bright blue midday sun, hanging in the bright green sky above, gleaming over the shale walls in all the shades of the rainbow.

As they approached the massive double doors to the assembly yard beyond, the air began to thrum with thousands of voices chanting as one beyond. Croatius stumbled to a stop suddenly, as he was finally able to make out what the assembled armies of the Empire were yelling through the door beyond. “I cannot do this Lincian! I cannot be the emperor all of you need!” He yelled running his hands down his face in anxiety as thousands of voices screamed out beyond, over and over again: “Croatius! Croatius! Croatius!” 3

He sat down with a huff leaning back against the doors in indecision with his head resting against the thick wooden doors, the vibrations from the chanting men rattling his skull as his First sank to one knee before him, reaching out to grasp his shoulder; squeezing it reassuringly as he said softly: “The men have chosen you my liege!” Primus Croatius looked up to meet the man’s intense gaze, his hazel eyes hardening in resolve.

Contemporary Romance – A Whirl With My Mocha-Chocolate Swirl

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Contemporary Romance

Date Published: September 9, 2020

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Rebecca Layton returns to her beachside hometown of Sunnyville, California,
determined to explore the possibility of rekindling her past relationship
with the love of her life, Raymond Colton. She’s devastated to discover that
he has moved on and is now engaged.

Raymond Colton harbors resentment towards Rebecca for abandoning him to
pursue her dreams of life in the big city. Now she’s back and more beautiful
than ever. But Raymond’s heart has been broken more than once and risking
more heartache with Rebecca isn’t a gamble he’s willing to take.

When Rebecca agrees to use her marketing expertise to help Raymond’s father
salvage his failing family business–Colton’s Ice Creamery–she and Raymond
are thrown together, and old flames are ignited. Can they heal the wounds
from their past and embrace the possibility of a brighter tomorrow?

About the Author

After years of not pursuing my writing dreams, I decided it was time to stop
sitting on the sidelines of my publishing aspirations. In 2019, I contracted
with The Wild Rose Press for a three book series, California Hearts. The
release date for my debut novel, Orange Blossoms-Love Blooms, is October 19,
2020. My novella, A Whirl With My Mocha Chocolate Swirl is part of The Wild
Rose Press’ s One Scoop or Two series and will be released in
September 9, 2020.

I write contemporary romance and women’s fiction with emotion-driven
characters and unexpected plot twists and turns. The character’s
journeys are layered with heart and soul and reflect the diversity of the
world around me. My stories center around love, familoes, friendships,
following your passion, second chances and overcoming obstacles.

When I’m not busy plotting my next novel, you will find me bike riding
along one of Southern, California’s scenic beaches with my husband or
discussing love, life and the mysteries of the universe with my daughter.

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Historical Fiction – The Cold War Begins

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Second Volume of the Berlin Tunnel Trilogy

Historical Fiction

To Be Published: September 8, 2020

From Amazon bestsellers list author Roger L. Liles comes the second volume
of his Cold War trilogy—THE COLD WAR BEGINS. The setting is
war-ravaged Berlin in late 1946. Spies from both sides begin to move with
relative ease throughout a Germany occupied by British, French, American and
Russian military forces. Kurt Altschuler, our hero, soon becomes one of
them.

While working behind enemy lines as an OSS agent in France during World War
II, Kurt learns that intelligence collection involves both exhilarating and
dangerous encounters with the enemy. He relished every moment he spent as
part of the vanguard confronting the Nazis.

That war has been over for 18 months when he is offered a job as a CIA
deep-cover agent in the devastated and divided city of Berlin. He jumps at
the opportunity, but is concerned that his guise as an Associated Press News
Agency reporter will offer little action. He need not worry. Soon, he is
working undercover, deep inside of Russian-controlled southeastern Germany.
Eventually, KGB agents waylay him and tear his car and luggage apart. His
chauffeur is beaten. He is threatened with prison, torture and death.

Enter Erica Hoffmann, a very attractive, aspiring East German archeology
student. Any relationship between an undercover CIA agent and an East German
woman is strictly forbidden; she might be a KGB or Stasi agent or operative.
But he cannot help himself—he has fallen hard for her. Kurt strives
assiduously to maintain their tempestuous, star-crossed relationship.

Eventually, Kurt works to counter the efforts of Russian and East German
spies, especially a mole who is devastating Western Intelligence assets
throughout Europe. He also must work to identify and expose enemy spies who
have penetrated the very fabric of the West German government and society.
He frequently observes to others that: “the spy business is like knife
fighting in a dark closet; you know you’re going to be cut up, you
just don’t know how bad.”

About the Author

Roger L. Liles decided he had to earn a living after a BA and graduate
studies in Modern European History. He went back to school and eventually
earned an MS in Engineering from the University of Southern California in
1970.

In the 1960s, he served as an Air Force Signals Intelligence Officer in
Turkey and Germany and eventually lived in Europe for a total of eight
years. He worked in the military electronics field for forty years—his
main function was to translate engineering jargon into understandable
English and communicate it to senior decision-makers in the
government.

Now retired after working for forty years as a senior engineering manager
and consultant with a number of aerospace companies, he spends his days
writing. His first novel, which was published in late 2018 was titled The
Berlin Tunnel—A Cold War Thriller. His second novel The Cold War
Begins was published in late 2020 and is the second volume in his planned
The Cold War Trilogy. This trilogy is based on extensive research into
Berlin during the spy-versus-spy era which followed World War II and his
personal experience while living and working in Europe. He is in the process
of writing its third volume of the trilogy which will be titled The Berlin
Tunnel—Another Crisis and takes the story into 1962 and the era of the
Cuban Missile Crisis.

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Fantasy Romance – Reclaiming the Magic

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Fantasy Romance

Date Published: August 2020

Publisher: Broken Angels

Vampire society knows him as the Thirteenth Elder first vampire in
creation, the mages know him as an immortal high sorcerer and the Keeper of
the Prophecy. Delgarias Dullahan only cares about the woman who knew him
simply as “Del.” Two thousand years ago, he gambled his soul for
the power to marry Nikkita Leonine…and lost.

Now he is finally on her trail. But Del is not the only one searching for
the missing luminite princess, and whoever finds her first will have the
upper hand in the battle against the greatest evil ever known.

Excerpt

As they raced towards the sounds of the fight, Delgarias drew no weapon,
but his magic fomented within, rippling below the surface. “Remember,
we must be cautious. I want Annarkie taken alive.”

Radu’s brows drew together as he frowned. “But we don’t
know what she looks like.”

“I have a feeling we’ll know her when we see her.”

When they slipped through the door, Delgarias’s words proved
true.

Dozens of vampires swarmed a female warrior garbed in black leather, and
she fended them off with a blade that he immediately recognized.
Shellandrian steel. Medium-length and narrow, the sword looked like those
made in the eastern regions of Earth, only slightly more curved. The metal
itself was a work of beauty. The sword’s forging technique involved
folding the molten steel and another metal called Plitatia tightly together
and imbuing each molecule with magic. Only faelin royals and high-ranking
warriors carried Shellandrian steel swords. Delgarias’s astonishment
increased even as a fresh wave of unease that his assumptions and plans
regarding this rogue’s capture had been very wrong. How did she get a
sword like that? Vampires were banned from Shellandria, as the queen refused
to take part in the integration. The internal questions faded as the sight
of Annarkie’s fighting style drew his focus like a magnet.

Her movements were as exquisite as her body, bloodstained as it was. She
danced in a blur, dodging blows from swords and staffs, slicing cleanly
through elbows and ankles.

This was a warrior of the likes he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years.
But even as he watched her hack, slash, and dodge with lightning deftness,
oblivious to her own blood leaking from various wounds, frustration imbued
him with the need to see her face.

Because he felt more than admiration and curiosity at the sight of her.
Something else stirred within him: an old, aching wound, tormenting
familiarity.

Could it be?

As he watched her drop to the blood-soaked floor and use the slickness to
spin on her back like a modern dancer, severing the feet of her enemies in a
swirling dervish, Delgarias caught a glimpse of blazing bronze eyes, a
heart-shaped face, and full, arched lips.

Lips whose taste he’d always remember.

Razvan interrupted Delgarias’s stunned revelation by shooting a
vampire whose sword nearly came down to impale Annarkie.

Radu lunged forward, eager to join the fight, but Delgarias held him
back.

“That is no vampire,” Delgarias told the twins, unable to
control the quaver in his voice.

About the Author

Formerly an auto-mechanic, Brooklyn Ann thrives on writing romance
featuring unconventional heroines and heroes who adore them. Author of
historical paranormal romance in her critically acclaimed “Scandals
with Bite” series, urban fantasy in the cult favorite, “Brides
of Prophecy” novels, and the award winning, “Hearts of Metal
Series, she’s now writing the “B Mine” series, horror romances
riffing on the 1970s and 1980s horror movies.

She lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho with her gamer son, rockstar/IT Guy
boyfriend, and four cats.

She can be found online at https://brooklynannauthor.com as well as on
Twitter and Facebook.

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Romantic Suspense – Dark Energy

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Dark Energy (Return to Becker Circle) is a stand-alone sequel to Becker Circle

Romantic Suspense; Adult/New Adult

Date Published: June 10, 2020

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

Cybercrime doesn’t talk. It creeps in and destroys lives right under Gillian’s nose when a cryptojacking scheme lands her boss, Pinkie, in jail. Gillian had just started over with a new career, boyfriend, and confidence after escaping a vicious murder investigation that shattered her ability to trust. Then Pinkie’s arrest leaves her struggling to run his two bars while also unraveling the conspiracy.

Gillian will not let her mentor and friend go down for something he didn’t do. Neither will Jon, the most talented musician on the bar’s stage and the perfect boyfriend…until his good fortune sends her reeling. Gillian forces herself to trust the cops, people who hurt her, and known criminals. Will it be enough to free Pinkie and save her life?

Excerpt

Chapter Seven (portion)

When I approach the entrance, a man with a tablet computer approaches my car. “Your name, please? And why are you visiting the FBI today?”

They’re holding Pinkie at FBI headquarters? He doesn’t belong at a place like this. “Yes, hello. I’m Gillian Davis, here to visit with Pinkie—I mean Patrick Cunningham.”

He fingers through pages on his screen. “Your purpose for seeing Mr. Cunningham?”

I shift in the driver’s seat. “I manage a business he owns. I need to talk to him about work—I mean what to do while he’s away.”

“You’re not listed.” The arm holding the computer relaxes to his side.

“Officer Jeff Reeves called ahead. He’s with Dallas police.”

“I’ll make a quick call.” He walks away with a phone to his ear. In a few seconds, the gate opens, and he waves me through.

I let out the lungful of air I’ve been holding and drive. Hurdle one crossed. Three flags line the entrance like they’re waving me away, or maybe they’re inviting me in. Either way, I march through the heavy glass doors, step through the metal detector, follow the signs through the cold marble and stainless steel lobby to the visitor area, and wait.

A lawyer-like young woman in a gray suit taps on her laptop across the otherwise empty room. I feel underdressed. Footsteps echo toward us, and my heart beats as fast as her fingers type. It’s a man in a dark blue suit, his eyes on me.

“Ms. Davis? I’m Agent Redman.” His voice is gentler than I expected. “Come with me.”

While we walk, the million questions I have for Pinkie parade through my head.

What happened? Who would do this to you? When will they let you out? What do I do at work tomorrow? Is your lawyer one of those hotshots who only represent innocent people? Do you have a lawyer?

He opens the door, revealing Pinkie sitting on the edge of a chair in a small room. Dark circles have bloomed like he didn’t sleep last night.

“Gillian, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He motions to the chair on the other side of the table. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of wine?”

A laugh overpowers my questions. “You can still keep your sense of humor. How are you?”

“Been better.”

About the Author

Addison Brae lives in Dallas, Texas on the edge of downtown. As a child, she was constantly in trouble for hiding under the bed to read when she was supposed to be napping. She has been writing since childhood starting with diaries, letters and short stories. She continues today with articles, video scripts and other content as an independent marketing consultant.

Addison writes new adult and adult romantic suspense and young adult contemporary fiction. When she’s not writing, Addison spends her time traveling the world, collecting interesting cocktail recipes and hosting parties. She’s still addicted to reading and enjoys jogging in her neighborhood park, sipping red wine, binge-watching TV series, vintage clothing and hanging out with her artistic other half and their neurotic cat Lucy.

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Urban Fantasy – Brimstone Bound

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Firebrand, Book 1

Urban Fantasy

Release Date: September 3, 2020

A werewolf killer. A paranormal murder. How many times can Emma Bellamy
cheat death?

I’m one placement away from becoming a fully fledged London
detective. It’s bad enough that my last assignment before I qualify is
with Supernatural Squad. But that’s nothing compared to what happens
next.

Brutally murdered by an unknown assailant, I wake up twelve hours later in
the morgue – and I’m very much alive. I don’t know how or
why it happened. I don’t know who killed me. All I know is that they
might try again.

Werewolves are disappearing right, left and centre.

A mysterious vampire seems intent on following me everywhere I go.

And I have to solve my own vicious killing. Preferably before death comes
for me again.

Excerpt

The first thing I heard was the buzzing. It tickled my eardrums at first
then, as I gained consciousness, it became more insistent – and more
annoying.

I moved slightly and there was a strange rustle. What the hell was I lying
on? It felt like plastic, or rubber sheeting perhaps. There was an acrid
tinge to the air that definitely smelled of rotten eggs, and there was an
unpleasant taste of ash in my mouth. This didn’t make any sense.

It took more effort than it should have done to open my eyes. It was like
they’d been glued together and I virtually had to peel open my
eyelids. I blinked, trying to adjust my vision. I was so hot – and
what was this crap around me? I plucked at it. I’d been right: it was
definitely some sort of white plastic sheeting, but it was singed and burnt
like someone had taken a flamethrower to it.

I sat up, shoving it to one side. That was when I realised I was
naked.

I jerked with such force that I fell off the table and landed with a heavy
thump on the cold, linoleum-covered floor. I groaned and looked around. It
wasn’t a table, it was a metal gurney. That was when the memory of the
attack came flooding back to me.

I must be in hospital. It was the only thing that made sense. The incessant
buzzing was coming from an overhead strip light that cast a stark light
around the room. I licked my lips and tried to call out to alert a passing
doctor or nurse but I could only croak. If I wanted help, I’d have to
go and look for it.

Staggering to my feet, I grabbed the remnants of the plastic and wrapped it
around myself. This was a strange hospital room: for one thing, the bed
wasn’t a proper bed, it was just a slab. And there was no IV line or
comforting ECG beeping next to me, although I could see a metal tray with
various implements lying neatly across it. Several scalpels and … I
stared. Was that a rib spreader?

I backed up, colliding with another metal trolley and sending various bits
and pieces clattering to the floor. Without thinking, I bent down to pick
them up. When I saw the flames flickering around my toes, I let out a brief
shriek and frantically slapped at them to put them out.

My heart was hammering against my ribcage. What in bejesus was going on? I
straightened up. With shaking fingers, I touched the side of my neck where
I’d felt the knife pierce my skin and slice through my artery. There
was nothing there. No mark, no bump. It wasn’t even sore. I reached up
to the back of my head where I’d been thumped. There was nothing there
either.

Breathing hard, and growing more and more convinced that this was some sort
of crazy-arsed nightmare, I looked around for some kind of clue as to where
I was and what had happened.

My gaze fell on the clipboard hanging on the side of the gurney. I grabbed
it and stared at the words: Jane Doe. DOA. Approximate age: 30. Identifying
features: mole on left thigh. Apparent cause of death: exsanguination from
knife wound on throat.

The clipboard slid out of my hand and fell to the floor.

About the Author

After teaching English literature in the UK, Japan and Malaysia, Helen
Harper left behind the world of education following the worldwide success of
her Blood Destiny series of books. She is a professional member of the
Alliance of Independent Authors and writes full time, thanking her lucky
stars every day that’s she lucky enough to do so!

Helen has always been a book lover, devouring science fiction and fantasy
tales when she was a child growing up in Scotland.

She currently lives in Devon in the UK with far too many cats – not
to mention the dragons, fairies, demons, wizards and vampires that seem to
keep appearing from nowhere.

You can find out more by visiting Helen’s website: helenharper.co.uk

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