This reveal will be on November 12
Monday, October 27, 2025
Now scheduling a Cover Reveal for Selecting The Wrong Love by E. Masson and Julie G. Henry
This reveal will be on November 12
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
New Release: Guarded Time by Stephanie Hansen #NewRelease #Historical #Romantasy
New Release
Outlander Meets What the Wind Knows with a
Dash of The Tudors
Guarded Time
Stephanie
Hansen
Genre:
Historical Romantasy
Claudia,
Alex, and Marie embark on a perilous journey back through the swirling mists of
time, their hopes pinned on averting a looming tragedy. As they navigate the
tangled web of history, vivid memories of Alex and Claudia’s enduring love
flicker across the timelines, a testament to their unyielding bond. Their
destination is the tumultuous Ireland of 1649, a land poised precariously on
the brink of siege. It is a treacherous era to traverse, where danger lurks at
every corner.
In
their quest, they immerse themselves within the ancient covens, becoming an
integral part of the tightly knit community of Drogheda. The air is thick with
tension, the kind that crackles and hums, as they wrestle with the monumental
task before them. Caught in the crossfire of history, they face the daunting
challenge of halting the impending slaughter of the town while grappling with
the complex emotions tied to saving the beloved of their sworn nemesis.
As
the stakes grow ever higher, the question looms large: will the timeless love
between Alex and Claudia endure the trials they face, or are there formidable
forces at work beyond their control, threatening to unravel the very fabric of
their shared destiny?
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLQP9MSP/
#ReincarnatedSouls
#TimeTravel #GirlSquad #Sorcery #ItsAlwaysBeenYou #SoulMate #Romantasy
#HistoricalFiction
Sunday, October 5, 2025
Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair Brings Dark Delights to Flint This October
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Book lovers with a taste for the eerie and otherworldly are invited to step into the shadows at the Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair, happening Saturday, October 18, from 12–3 p.m. at Creative Cafe, 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503.
The event promises an afternoon filled with dark and paranormal romance, spine-tingling horror, haunting histories, and fantastical tales—the perfect mix for readers who like their stories on the spooky side. In addition to a wide selection of books, attendees will also find bookmarks, stickers, and other macabre merchandise to complete their haunted haul.
“Do you enjoy dark romances, haunted houses, and stories that send shivers down your spine?” asks event organizer Roxanne Rhoads. “The Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair is designed for readers who love to wander into the shadows of imagination.”
Whether you’re seeking your next paranormal love story, a chilling ghost tale, or simply a spooky souvenir, the fair will offer something for every fan of the macabre.
Event Details:
Spooktastic Haunted Book Fair
Saturday, October 18, 12–3 p.m.
Creative Cafe, 3318 Corunna Rd, Flint, MI 48503
Event Page on Facebook
Monday, September 29, 2025
Now On Tour The Chosen One’s Assistant by Kimber
Exclusive Excerpt:
The crew began unloading scheduled deliveries and taking on expected freight, and The Chosen One disappeared into the cabin once more. He still had not spared a moment to discuss the day's events with me, and after several minutes of frustrated mulling, I followed. "What about the man in the woods?" I demanded behind the closed door. "We need to talk about what it could mean. Was he actually T—"
"Don't say his name if you can help it," the hero snapped as if he were speaking to an ignorant child. Then to my surprise, he flashed me a broad grin. "He and I go way back! A bit of a rivalry, I suppose. Not to worry."
My mouth dropped open as he stripped down to his underpinnings and began riffling around in his clothes trunk, tossing garments this way and that as they were assessed and dismissed. "W—He..." I shook my head, trying to get my fear-addled brain to function. "Not to worry?" I shouted, finding my voice at last. The sudden shrill tone startled even me, and The Chosen One jerked. "You have a rivalry with a god, and I am 'not to worry'?"
He turned to level a stare at me. "Breathe before you faint," he grumbled. He made his way to the bed with an armload of silk and linen finery. "A long while back, I had to slay someone that belonged to him. I don't think he's quite gotten over it. Gods tend to hold grudges for a long time."
I don't think my jaw could have gapped farther without unhinging from my skull. "You... you—"
"She was a dragon," he explained absently. "She developed a taste for virgin flesh and lost her ability to change back into human form." He shrugged as if he were explaining simple math. "She was a monster." He met my gaze, clearly to determine if I was following. "Huh, you're a strange pallor," he noted. "You should sit."
"You killed one of his, and you yet live?"
He nodded. "She was a monster. It is what I do. I have and had four gods," he held up four fingers to illustrate, "backing me in this endeavor, one of whom is their king." He sighed, pulling fitted leather trousers over his muscular legs with more than one grunt of effort. "It cost me, though," he grumbled unhappily.
"What?" I asked. "What great loss did you suffer, backed by half the pantheon of—"
He leveled me with another dark stare. "It cost my hair," he answered blandly. "In fact, every hair on my person save my nose, eyebrows, and lashes." He stood and began fumbling with the buttons at his long cuffs. "Burned all my skin to ash," he recounted. "Nothing remained but sinew and the sword."
My teeth clapped shut, and I frowned down at the wood floor. "I've read this story."
"Yeah," he drawled. "One of my greatest deeds." He shook his head. "When they resurrected me, I was naked as a newborn. They said my hair would grow back." He scowled at his cuff. "It never did."
I looked up at him, then shook my head and stepped forward to help with the tiny abalone buttons. "As I recall, you saved a princess. I thought it was exaggerated."
He shook his head. "No. Not in the least. Under-exaggerated more like. Had to kill that beast with no skin. Hardest slay of my life."
My fingers faltered at that thought. I couldn't even begin to imagine how much that must have hurt. I'd earned blisters before, mixing potions. I shuddered. "After that, and you still could wield the sword?"
He shrugged. "It's how this sort of thing works. You have to be willing to pay the price. The greater the deed, the reward, the monster... the greater the cost."
Now On Tour Shades of Night by Floy Owens
Saturday, September 13, 2025
Free Read September 13- 17 Armored Hours by Stephanie Hansen #Romantasy #MagicalRealism
Get it Free September 13- 17
Monday, September 8, 2025
Now scheduling a one-month tour for The Chosen One’s Assistant by Kimber Grey #HighFantasy #EpicFantasy
Now scheduling a one-month tour for The Chosen One’s Assistant by Kimber
This tour will be September 29- October 27(weekdays only)review copy available at Bookfunnel
To participate in this tour please send:
Friday, September 5, 2025
Now scheduling a one-week tour for Shades of Night by Floy Owens #Thriller
Now scheduling a one-week tour for Shades of Night by Floy Owens
This tour will be September 29- October 6 (weekdays only)review copy available
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Tuesday, September 2, 2025
Now On Tour Lakegrave School for Young Women by Lauren Carter + Exclusive Excerpt
Exclusive Excerpt:
‘I am Headmistress Harding,’ the woman says, by way of introduction, ‘and you’ll address me as such. I am not your teacher, as you very well know—I am here as guidance in the loosest sense. You are on your own.’ I can hear Fernanda gulp, and the headmistress can hear it too, as she looks at her for the next sentence. ‘You are all adults; you do not need babysitting.’
‘I do,’ Rowan mutters in my ear and I have to cover my mouth to stop the laughter emerging. I am often unable to breathe when Rowan makes me laugh, something I do not want to happen in front of everyone.
‘Here, we do not care where you are from or who are you,’ Headmistress Harding says. ‘We care that you are women. And we care about your minds. Everything else is irrelevant. No one is to be treated differently, not under my roof.’ She looks around before saying, ‘This place is a promise. A promise to a better future, the future you’ve only ever dreamed of. Some of you will even leave us early if you catch the right eye. Headhunters will be looking at this school throughout the year, so you never know.’
She pauses before looking back at us.
‘You are all aware, or you should be aware, that you are in charge of your own education here at Lakegrave,’ Headmistress Harding continues. ‘You are to use the tools available to you here in the school.’ She clicks her fingers at the artist who wasn’t paying attention. ‘I will now show you said tools, so look alive and eyes forward.’ There is a mutter of apologies. ‘Through the left door is the library and through the right door is the group classroom, if any of your interests end up aligning. The dormitories are on the second, third, and fourth floor. You should all have been to your rooms since they are listed in your letters.’ One student raises their hand. ‘Dormitory assignments are listed in the dining hall, if you have misplaced your letter, which you can look at after the tour.’ The student’s hand is quickly withdrawn. Headmistress Harding steps down and walks towards the back door, under the staircase. We all scramble behind her to keep up, having to file through in a single line.
I’m surprised to see it leads to an outdoor area: a small courtyard with columns around the edge where you can see into the hallways that run around the sides. In the courtyard are massive trees that stretch as high as the building itself and more greenery overwhelms the area, with some flowers dotted around, too. In the middle are four benches facing each other, likely for outdoor study.
Headmistress Harding does not stop in the courtyard but instead walks through it to another back door, ushering us all to hurry up as if we are an inconvenience to her.
We step into what looks like a ballroom turned dining hall, as it is a grand room filled with paintings like the entrance, but the floor is marble and on the left near the tall window sits a piano. There is no space for dancing, however, as the room is mostly filled with lines of dark wooden tables and chairs with lots of lamps sitting upon each one.
‘This is where you’ll consume your meals,’ Headmistress Harding explains once we are all in the room. ‘Where are Velika and Norabella? Please make yourselves known to everyone.’ Two students’ hands shoot up. ‘Velika will be your main chef, an expert already in the culinary field. Norabella will be her support as a pastry and dessert chef.’
It is one of the things I wondered about when I found the school to only have one staff member. I can cook for myself, but I doubt those who come from money know how to use a kitchen—they have people to do it for them.
It seems like the headmistress expects us to not only support ourselves with our studies, but to support each other with the running of the entire school, too. I will later learn about the students who do the gardening and be told of the other chores that are also handled by us.



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