Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Playlist for The Raveners by LD Towers

These are the songs I wrote a lot of this book to. 

It’s an eclectic mix. :)

The Raveners
Book 1
LD Towers

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Publisher: BadBird Publications

Date of Publication: September 20, 2016

Word Count: 100k

Cover Artist:  Pranav Lohani
Photo by Blackbird Photography

Book Description:

On 26 May 1897, Bram Stoker brought us the story of Dracula; an undead creature who terrorised the living by drinking their blood. He based his creature on the legends of Ireland and Eastern Europe, bringing it to life with all the pomp of Victorian literature. What if his concept was correct, but the execution was not? What if there was not one creature, but a band of twenty-four? Crusader knights who committed such a terrible act that the Pope of Rome and the Rabbis of Jerusalem joined together in petitioning God to bring a terrible curse upon them.Sentenced to eternal life as punishment for their crimes, yet hounded by both the clerical and the secular as they struggle to live them. The Jews called them Ga’ashekelah: the Raveners. To the Catholic Church, they are the Accursed Ones. Feasting on the bodies of the living to maintain their power.

What starts as a simple trip on the Eurostar to the buried trenches of World War One in Northern France is going to take Imperial War Museum expert Dr. Alexandra Horne on a journey she could never have conceived. From the bustling streets of Paris to the azure waters of Collioure and the very Vatican itself, Lexa will discover the Raveners and those who have sworn to hunt them down.

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Excerpt 1

It was the smell that brought him out of his howl. Like burning sausages. Burning bacon. Seared human flesh. With every ounce of strength he had left, he reefed his arm back. The whip was torn from Mungo’s hands, but it didn’t stop the burning. He had to drop it, but his hand was paralysed. He tried to fling it away but it stuck to his hand. He staggered back and shook his hand like a cat with a wet paw.
“You are stronger than I gave you credit for, Bavarian,” Mungo grunted as he moved forward. “But the cursed can’t use the magic of the Earth. The Earth abjures you.”
Karl couldn’t let go, but he couldn’t let Mungo have the whip back. He was ageing so quickly and the hunger was rising. He needed blood. He could hear the heartbeats of the people in the crowd, as loud as his own screaming. He had to knock Kerr out. There was one roundhouse kick left in him; the supple muscles and sinews of life were freezing into their mummified form.
He hopped onto the balls of his feet and launched himself. Spinning around, the heel of his semi-brogue half boots connected hard against the jaw of the Cardinal. Mungo’s cheek tore open as he went spinning down to the ground in a heap. But despite his pleasure at putting the Cardinal down, Karl had used the last of his own strength. His hands were the spotted and veiny claws of a 90 year old man.
Where was his jacket? Where? Where? He cast his gaze around as his strength ebbed into the whip. It seemed a thousand miles away. He fell to his knees, unable to even stand anymore. All he could do was crawl. But the blood was there in his pocket flask. He just had to get to it. Hand over hand. But he was sleepy. Another feeling he hadn’t felt in almost a thousand years. So hungry and so sleepy. He would have thought that one would cancel out the other but no. It almost didn’t hurt anymore.
Karl’s fingers connected with the fabric but now they would barely function. He’d never aged so fast before. Starvation, even for his kind, was a slow process. He could hear the pops of his tendons now. The one usable hand was turning grey-brown and leathery. “Dammit! Please! No!” If he’d had the ability to cry, his cheeks would have been wet with frustration. But while one part of his consciousness screamed to fight, another part didn’t see much point in struggling.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the dazed Mungo pulling himself to his feet against Napoleon’s sarcophagus. Blood was trailing down his cheek and the flesh had been laid open to the bone. Karl felt his eyes widen at the beautiful crimson trails. Even the Cardinal’s blood would sustain him at this moment. The old man raised his fingers to the wound and pulled them away, utter hatred in his eyes.

“Oh you will pay for that, Bavarian,” he snarled ferally.

About the Author:

LD Towers travels the world like a rootless vagabond! A military historian, she searches out places of conflict to find a deeper insight to the things she writes about. Presently enjoying the warm weather and azure seas of Central America, she has lived all over Western Europe, including 5.5 years in the incomparable Berlin.

Primarily working in Historical and Military Fiction, LD sometimes sneaks in the odd Dystopian or Modern Thriller piece. In fact, her new book is a complete redo on the vampire concept. Look for The Raveners; coming September 20, 2016.

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All the Wounds in Shadow by Anise Eden

All the Wounds in Shadow
The Healing Edge
Book Two
Anise Eden

Genre: Paranormal Romance/Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Diversion Publishing

Date of Publication: August 23, 2016

ISBN:  978-1682302873

Number of pages: 240
Word Count: 81,645

Book Description:

For fans of Karen Robards and Shiloh Walker, Anise Eden brings us the mesmerizing sequel to her paranormal romantic suspense novel All the Broken Places.

Cate's enemies aren't just surrounding her―they're inside her head.

Therapist Cate Duncan has just accepted a job with the MacGregor Group, a unique collective of alternative healers. She’s excited by the prospect of honing her empathic healing techniques among others like herself―aura readers, telepaths, crystal healers, and more. The fact that Cate just started dating Ben, her magnetic new boss, is an added bonus.

Before Cate can settle into her new routine, the poisoning of a prominent neuroscientist draws the entire MacGregor Group into both a federal investigation and an even more insidious threat. Protected by Ben’s former Marine Corps unit, Cate and her colleagues must use their alternative healing methods to solve the crime as their patient clings to life. The responsibility of discovering crucial information falls to Cate and her parapsychological powers.

But for Cate, unraveling the mystery means reopening wounds that had just begun to heal―and in the environment of the Marine Corps unit, differences between Cate and Ben become clearer, straining their budding romance. When a new crisis looms, Cate must trust in her colleagues’ gifts and the strength of Ben’s love, finding the courage to confront her deepest and most terrifying demons―or her own life will be at risk.

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About the Author:

Author Anise Eden writes The Healing Edge paranormal romantic suspense series for Diversion Books. She spends most of her time tucked away in her writing nook imagining things that aren’t there. On those rare occasions when she emerges from seclusion, Anise may be spotted in coffee shops, staring at her laptop screen and silently moving her lips as she reviews bits of dialogue. Although Anise claims that she’s the one in charge, the characters in her head do sometimes make her laugh out loud at inappropriate moments.

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Monday, September 19, 2016

Guest Blog and Giveaway - Bad Girls by Vanessa Liebe


My name is Vanessa Liebe and I write fun & sexy erotic romances, both contemporary and historical. Today I’d like to discuss some of my favourite ‘bad girls’ or kick ass heroines in books I have read.

Number One - Lisbeth Salander in the Millennium Trilogy. For me, this character is awe inspiring. I love the fact that she is such a survivior and uses any means, legal or otherwise to pursue her revenge, as well as justice. Intelligent, strong and a computer hacker.

Number two – Tracy Whitney in If Tomorrow Comes. I simply love how this lady ends up being a thief from an innocent. After getting her revenge on the Mafia, she has no choice but to turn to crime to survive. I enjoyed every minute of her burglaries and the interaction between her and a co-thief.

Number three – Lucky Santangelo in the seven books by Jackie Collins. What isn’t there to like about this kick ass lady? The family motto of ‘Never fuck with a Santangelo’ says it all. Lucky has beauty, brains and she’s tough as nails.

Number four – Emma in Emma by Jane Austen. This beautiful heroine, gossips, belittles people and interferes in the lives of others and yet you can’t help liking her and of course this charming bad girl finds redemption in the end.

Number Five  - Alexandra Poe in POE. A female bounty hunter – how awesome. This lady is super tough and never backs down from a fight. Sometimes to her detriment.

Bad girls are much more memorable in books and I certainly enjoyed writing about some. Who are your favourite bad girls of literature?

Bad Girls
Vanessa Liebe

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: Blushing Books

Date of Publication: 15th Sep 2016

Book Description:

A cat burgler. A petty cash thief. A desperate housewife. A nosy cat sitter. A reckless basejumper. What could these five women have in common? They are all Bad Girls.

When Gemma climbs into the first apartment on her list to burgle, she is distracted by something more enticing than money and jewels. A moment's hesitation, and she ends up paying for her crime in a most unexpected fashion.

All Shannah wants is a new pair of shoes. They are a bargain, but still not within her means. She finds a way to pay for them, but ends up with far more than she bargains for. Are they really worth the price she must pay?

Melissa is frustrated with her husband away on business all the time. She takes desperate action in order to prompt a response from him, but she may have gone too far. She gets a response alright and things become hotter than she thought they could. Does this naughty housewife manage to save her marriage, or not?

While cat sitting, Jess can't resist the urge to get comfortable. She makes herself at home and in the process crosses some boundaries that her 'host' is far from happy about. Fortunately, she also finds the means to her own—end.

Olivia, The Cat, Davis thrives on the danger and the thrill of jumping off of buildings. The taller the better. As she attempts her ultimate jump, she is met with a stern warning that she has chosen the wrong building this time. If she survives the fall, will she survive the aftermath?

In pursuit of their selfish dreams, each one of these wildly beautiful, but very naughty girls comes up against a man who can teach them right from wrong, and that there are consequences to their actions. Consequences they are more than happy to dish up.

Anger rising, Alex followed the wet prints, down the hall, up the stairs and along – he clenched his jaw – to his bedroom! The prints were fresh to show up on the carpet like this and Alex was furious. Not only was someone in his house, abusing his trust by making free with it, but they were showing a total lack of respect for it. The wooden flooring downstairs could be damaged by the wet foot prints. However, he'd worry about that in a moment. Right now he was more concerned with who the hell was leaving water everywhere.

He entered his room to hear the TV on in the bathroom. His fists clenched. Leaving water all over the house, using his bathroom and watching his new TV. Someone was in serious trouble.

Alex quickly glanced around his room to see what else had been used or taken. He noticed the vibrator on the bedside table and growled. Jesus. The person had even rifled through his box of toys in the wardrobe and taken one out ready to play with. Rather absurdly, Alex just couldn't connect that action with his cool blonde neighbor. Zara was nice enough, pretty enough, but she didn't seem the sort who would like anything more than vanilla sex.

Alex's musings were interrupted by the bathroom door opening and a stunning raven haired woman coming out. She was wearing his robe which tipped his anger over the edge. It swamped her, despite her being fairly tall and his fingers itched to rip it off the beautiful stranger. Take his property back.
"Who the hell are you?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

She jumped, gulped and then recovered her poise. She flicked her long hair over a shoulder and looked at him haughtily with a raised brow. "More to the point. Who are you?"

Alex had to admire her brass necked cheek, but it was going to end very badly for her.
"I own this house."
He watched the dawning realization that she was in trouble register in her green eyes. "Oh," she said.
"Oh indeed."

Then she looked at him defiantly. "Well, Mr. Young. I'm Zara's cousin, Jess. She had to go away for two nights. Something came up at work and so she asked me to look after your darling cat for you."

Alex's gaze raked her form. "And you decided to move in and make free with my bathroom, did you?"

She smirked. "Actually I used your kitchen to cook myself dinner, I frolicked naked in your hot tub, while drinking your wine and then I made free with your bathroom."

Alex's eyes narrowed. She was unbelievable. Totally unrepentant about what she'd done.

He watched as she sauntered over to wear he stood.

"If you'll just move, I'll be out of your hair," she said looking up at him. "And I'll return the robe tomorrow." She made to reach for the door handle, giving him an expectant look. But Alex didn't budge.

Instead he reached for the belt on the robe and tugged it loose. "On the contrary, Jess. I want my robe back and you're not going anywhere."

About the Author:

Vanessa Liebe is the author of fun, sexy erotic romance and erotica, both contemporary and historical. She mostly writes in the Fantasy and Paranormal categories as she likes a man with bite. Vanessa is married with three children and resides in Hampshire, South East England. When not house training her children, reading or writing, she likes to sit in the garden with a glass of rose wine.


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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Casey’s Top Ten List of Odds & Ends!

Hey everyone! Thank you to The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom for hosting me today.

I’ve been asked to compile a top ten list for your reading pleasure. No pressure, right?
Instead of telling you my top ten movies or books because – I can never decide and there are just too many choices, so please don’t make me – I came up with something a bit different.

There is no rhyme or reason to the information below. It’s just for fun. And, yes, I did include a shameless plug for my novel – Dead Girls Don’t Cry.

Casey’s Top Ten List of Odds and Ends!

1. Balled up newspaper works great for drying out the inside of drenched sneakers. Next time you get your sneaks soaking wet, try it. If they are super soaked, you will need to periodically pull out the wet paper and replace it with dry, but it will get the wetness out faster than air drying or using the dryer. Credit for this tip goes to the Boy Scouts!

2. Vampires don’t actually live on Mars. But if you’d like to believe they could, then look no further than Dead Girls Don’t Cry. Cherry Cordial, a vampire stripper, finds herself falsely accused of murder and has to flee for her undead life where she joins a colony on Mars comprised of other undead races. Also, Google Mars is a real thing, check it at:

3. When smelling scented candles, sniff the lid, not the actual candle. By doing this you will get a better idea of what the candle will smell like and how strong the scent will be when it's lit. Yes, I have a loads of practice candle sniffing at the Yankee Candle Flagship Store (in Deerfield, MA) and at various malls. And speaking of Yankee Candle, my new favorite scent is Maple Sugar (exclusively found at the flagship store)!

4. According to my bestest buddy Lisa - food has no calories when you are standing up. Or if you are at a party. Or if it's your birthday. Did I miss any? I'm pretty sure that is a load of crap, but it's fun to believe while snacking. Also, walking around with your phone playing Pokemon Go! totally counts as exercise.

5. I have never left the continent of North America. I tell my hubby that I must travel to places, like Australia, to prove to myself that other parts of the world are real. I know that they actually exist but I'm just hoping he will buy my rationale. Some day. Someday soon, I will explore other places. Does anyone else feel that way?

6. Movie theater chains make their money from the concession stand and not the actual films. This is why a bottle of water costs $4.00 and popcorn $7.00 (although our local chain gives free re-fills on the large size, probably because popcorn is dirt cheap to make). I only know this because I worked in a movie theater, where I met hubby.

7. When making grilled cheese, instead of buttering the bread, melt the butter in the pan. This will give it that crunchy, buttery sheen like you get when you eat grilled cheese in a restaurant. What? You’ve never ordered grilled cheese . . . okay then.

8. Owning six cats does not make someone a crazy cat lady. How do I know that? Because I have six cats and madness hasn’t set in yet. And because I’m married with two sons. We just happened to have adopted and/or rescued six cats from shelters and/or my porch step. Nope. Not crazy. Not yet.

9. T.S. Elliot called April the cruelest month. Need proof?

·       April 4, 1968 - assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.
·       April 12, 1861 - Start of US Civil War
·       April 14, 1865 - the assassination of Abraham Lincoln (he died early morning on the 15th)
·       April 15, 1912 - sinking of RMS Titanic
·       April 15th - in the United States - Tax day
·       April 18, 1906 - San Francisco earthquake
·       April 19, 1775 - the shot heard 'round the world. Battle of Lexington & Concord starts the American Revolution. Okay, that was pretty good for us Americans.
·       April 26, 1986 - Chernobyl disaster
·       April 27, 1865, SS Sultana (riverboat) boiler explodes. Still considered to be the greatest maritime disaster in US history.

Also in April of years past - Columbine shootings, Oklahoma bombing, Waco, Virginia Tech shootings, BP oil spill, and Apollo 13. There were so many disasters, I had difficulty choosing what to include. Kinda scary, definitely tragic.

10. January 4th is National Trivia Day. Mental Floss Magazine has this holiday well-covered. If you go to, you can learn all kinds of cool things like Oscar the Grouch was originally orange and that Google’s original name was “backrub.” Yup, you read that correctly.

Let’s make this list even longer. What other fun or helpful hints can you share? Remember, no pressure.

Dead Girls Don’t Cry
The Undead Space Initiative
Book 1
Casey Wyatt

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: August 18, 2016

ISBN-13: 978-1534902718
ISBN-10: 1534902716  
ISBN13: 2940153402147

Number of pages: 410
Word Count: 83,000

Cover Artist: Kim Killion, Inc.

Book Description:

Cherry Cordial, vampire stripper extraordinaire, spectacularly messes up her life with a single act of kindness. How could she have known when she rescued gorgeous rogue Ian McDevitt that she would be implicated in the vampire queen’s murder?

Soon, she faces the wrath of the entire vampire community. To escape retribution, she joins a settlement program to colonize Mars. Her choices are grim: hurtle through space to the red planet to face the unknown and possible death, or stay on Earth and face certain annihilation.

To make things even more complicated, a certain gorgeous rogue seems to be shadowing her every move...

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Suddenly, I wasn’t the biggest, baddest thing on the block.
They always traveled in packs. Enough of them could take me down. Revenants were cousins to vampires, undead beings with too much spirit. Essentially ghosts with physical reality.
I picked up the pace, steering toward the middle of the street and well away from dark corners. If I had a heart rate, it would have been pounding. My blood was rare and prized. One sip and the revenants would keep me alive to serve as a drink dispenser.
I fished through my bag. Where was my cell? Jonathan would come. Provided I could find the damn phone.
Meaty thwacks rang out in the alley as I passed by.
 Do not look.
A soft oomph, followed by a clipped English accent, “Try that again, bastards.”
I looked.
A lone and gorgeous male vampire had been captured. Three revenants had him pinned against the wall. Two held his arms and one pinned his legs. Three more surrounded him like a pack of knife-wielding hyenas.
The vampire snarled. Long fangs bared, presumably pissed off at his capture. With his sculptured physique, he could handle the situation. Right?
None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave.
Another punch landed, connecting with the vamp’s mouth. The crack echoed in the alley. Liquid splattered, followed by cruel laughter.
The vampire hottie spat, his lip broken. Blood trickled down his jaw, seeping into the stark white collar of his button down shirt. “Think twice before you cut me, mate. I’ll smash all of your fucking heads in.”
“Shut up, meat.”
One added, “I’m so scared,” before swinging his knife and tearing a gash in the vampire’s chest. The pack laughed. A revenant approached the vampire with IV bags.
Crap-a-roni, now I had to get involved. They planned to bleed him out. That’s what revenants did. They took a vampire’s blood and drained him or her dry. The blood was then sold to the highest revenant bidder. They believed our blood could remove the excess spirit from their bodies, returning them to their true vampire form.
Problem is—it’s a myth. There’s no way for a revenant to become a vampire, any more than I could become a zebra if I wanted to. These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics.
 “This is your last warning, blokes,” Mr. Sexy English accent said. I tried not to shiver at the sound of his rich voice. Heady whiffs of his sweet scented blood drifted my way. Like a fine wine, the smell promised a delicious and satisfying taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My fangs dug into my bottom lip.
“Well lookee here!”
Damn. I should have run when I had the chance. The pack turned in my direction, their faces eager for more blood. I cringed under the gaze of the hollow-eyed, pale-skinned nightmares who all wanted a piece of me.
The nearest one licked his gray, rubbery lips. “Yum. Dessert.”
I was too stupid to live. Why didn’t I run? My feet were frozen to the spot. I did the lamest, girliest thing possible. I swung my purse. And connected. A solid hit to the nuts.
The revenant shrieked, clutching his junk. “Bitch!”
The male vampire bucked, tossing the revenant off his left arm. Partially free, he ripped the arm off the other revenant before the thing could even react. With balled fists, Mr. Hottie crushed the skull of the captor holding his feet.
“Don’t stand there like a daft pony!” the vampire scolded. He snapped the neck of the nearest revenant, then motioned. “Get out of my way!”
“What? Without my help, you’d still be trapped against a wall!” I ducked and stepped aside, narrowly avoiding the gray-lipped revenant who had thought I was dessert.
“The rubbish bin would be more help than you!” Mr. English silenced two more revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency.
“Oh really?” What a prick.
The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked off my ball cap. I kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the garbage barrel and slammed it over the revenant’s head as he honed in on me. The plastic bin wouldn’t kill the thing, but he couldn’t see either.
“Pathetic,” the vampire said.
Mr. English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling over, his legs scissoring.
“Time for this one to bugger off as well.” Mr. English yanked off the barrel and snuffed out the revenant with a bone-shattering blow to its head.
One by one the corpses disintegrated into dusty husks. A breeze blew through the alley and scattered the remains. Gray vaporous clouds floated around before dissipating into the air. To a passerby, the revenants’ final passage would look like dirty car exhaust.
“Well, I’m off then. Have good evening.” He brushed dirt off his tailored trousers. “Sod it, they scuffed my shoes. And this shirt is ruined.”
“Yeah. What a tragedy. You’re lucky. You could have been a revenant Slurpee.”
He sniffed at the suggestion. “I was never in any real danger.”
“You could have fooled me,” I retrieved my ball cap from the grimy sidewalk.
A late afternoon sunbeam penetrated the alley, illuminating the vampire’s blue-green eyes and highlighting the fine bone structure of his face. I tried not to gawk.
I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. “Looks to me like they had you pinned against the ropes.” Did I mention he was gorgeous? Like a cover model. An underwear cover model. I cleared my throat. He was a total stranger, and while I bet he looked divine in only underwear, I needed to stop ogling him.
When he stared at me and didn’t reply, I lamely added, “You know? Down for the count.”
“I understood the reference, luv,” he said in his damn fine accent.

A man-shaped shadow shifted from across the street, forming a dark blot in the alley’s entrance. We weren’t alone.

About the Author:

Casey Wyatt grew up in a mid-size Connecticut town where nothing exciting ever happened. To stem the boredom, she spent plenty of time reading fantasy and sci-fi novels and imagining her own adventures in her head. Not much has changed since she’s grown up, only now she shares those made up stories with her readers and earns a coin or two.  


Twitter: @CaseyWyatt1

Instagram: caseywyattbooks

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Monday, September 12, 2016

Rhodi Saga Playlist and Book Trailer with Megan Linksi

Rhodi’s Light
The Rhodi Saga
Book One
Megan Linski

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Dystopian

Publisher: Gryfyn Publishing

Date of Publication:  September 4, 2016

Word Count:  62,850

Cover Artist: Clarissa Yeo

Book Description:

Flight. Hyperspeed. Clairvoyance. 

These are some of the powers gifted to the Rhodi, an ancient sect of assassins who defend Crescentia, a dystopian world with a dying hope. 

Dyliana Fairsson is one of them. After losing her parents to a suspicious accident, she and her twin brother, Devin, join the Rhodi to avoid starvation. Under the direction of her master, Dylan struggles to learn the strength of her magic …as well as hide the growing scars on her wrists. Can Dylan become the warrior, the hero, she’s destined to be? Or is she fated to fall from the light into the darkness?

The first installment in the epic fantasy series by bestselling author Megan Linski, Rhodi’s Light is an action-packed thrill ride that will leave readers begging for more. 

Rhodi Rising 
The Rhodi Saga
Book Two
Megan Linski

Forced into hiding.

Desperate to find their masters.

In the past few months since the attack on their home, twin assassins Dylan and Devin have grown restless. With the Rhodi facing extinction, they search for their masters Talidin and Tavana, only to discover they’ve gone missing. With nowhere to turn, the twins seek help from a pair of mysterious spies, only to find the trail gone cold, marked by hints of torture and destruction.  

Dylan and Devin piece together the events that led to the disappearance of their fellow Rhodi. As their enemies close in for the kill, Dylan discovers that some things are impossible for a Rhodi…but not for a tigress. 

The stakes and romance are heightened in this epic dystopian sequel to Rhodi’s Light. Bestselling author Megan Linski brings readers a young adult fantasy with magic, mystery, and an epic adventure that races quickly to a breathless conclusion. 

“So then I was talking to him and I dared to her to take just one more and she wouldn’t so then…” Jenna’s babbling was stopped when the red-headed boy named Enfys sat next to her, plopping his tray down with a smile. He picked up a fork and began humming as he ate, a devious twinkle in his eye.
Jenna’s face turned as red as her hair and she screeched, “Leave me and my new friends alone! Do you have to be so annoying?”
“I’m not. Can’t I talk to them too?” he asked.
“No. Go away,” Jenna said.
“New friends, huh? I bet you don’t even know their names,” Enfys said triumphantly. Jenna’s mouth dropped open, and she looked at the teens curiously before saying, “That’s besides the point.”
Enfys chuckled softly. “Forgive my little sister Jenna. She’d make friends with anybody, even if they held a knife to her throat, as long as they’d let her talk. I’m Enfys, by the way. Who are you?”
The twins glanced at each other. Was it wise to trust these strangers with their names? But then again, nobody knew who they were here. The chances of anyone, even the Hunter’s Guild, finding them in this small inn were minimal. “I’m Devin, and this is my cousin Tristan and my sister Dylan,” Devin said. “We’re just passing through.”
“Dylan?” Enfys asked in amusement. “What kind of name is that for a girl?”
Dylan gave him a scathing look. “My full name’s Dyliana. And what kind of a name is Enfys?”
“It’s a girl’s name,” Jenna teased and Enfys’ face soured, his smile falling into a scowl. “Our great grand mum made our dad promise that he would name his first born after her. He’d always assumed he’d have a girl first, and when he got a boy, he couldn’t go back on his promise.”
“It’s a very traditional name,” Enfys said fairly.
“It means rainbow,” Jenna said, as loudly as she could. Dylan giggled and Enfys shot Jenna a glare before turning his attention back to the teens.
“What’s an Easterner doing this far out west?” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone come so far just to visit Dunedinne.”
“None of your business.” Dylan said before Devin could answer.
Enfys raised an eyebrow, leaned over and said, “Maybe I will make it my business.”
“You’d better not,” she said, putting down her fork and glaring at the boy.
“Or what, lass? What’s a little girl like you going to do to me?”

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Rhodi’s Lullaby 
The Rhodi Saga
Book Three
Megan Linski

Cities burn.

Governments fall.

Lives are lost in a desperate the Rhodi are losing. 

The world has been devastated by the tyranny of the Red Huntress. To save Crescentia, Dylan and Devin attempt to decipher the mystery of the ancient letter their ancestors left behind, the only hope of salvation for their kind. Dylan continues to fight foes both on the battlefield and within her own mind, all while wrestling with the confused feelings she has for Enfys, the alluring spy who has become devoted to her cause. 

In the epic conclusion to the thrilling Rhodi Saga, one brave warrior will stand in the way of corruption, to take place before her destiny…or her death.

Rhodi’s Lullaby is the third installment in the suspenseful young adult dystopian series fans and critics are calling an original masterpiece in the epic fantasy genre.

Rhodi’s Light and Rhodi Rising are also available. Catch up on the entire series today!

About the Author:

Megan Linski is the owner of Gryfyn Publishing and has had a passion for writing ever since she completed her first (short) novel at the age of 6. Her specializations are romance, fantasy, and contemporary fiction for people aged 14-24. When not writing she enjoys ice skating, horse riding, theatre, archery, fishing, and being outdoors. She is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness and suicide prevention, and is an active fighter against common variable immune deficiency disorder. She lives in Michigan.

Megan Linski also writes under the pen name of Natalie Erin for the Creatures of the Lands Series, co-authored with Krisen Lison.

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